Thomas Benton

Daddy's Own Sweets

CHAPTER ONE

Harry Chambers had only half an erection. He was damned if he could figure why, considering he had never been surrounded by so many naked women in his life. He would have expected his cock to be jutting out like the bowsprit of an old sailing vessel, or like the heavily swaying harpooner's basket at the prow of a modern whaling ship-the cannon loaded and ready to shoot its load into the next rolling target. He realized then, that his hard-on wasn't due to the general scenery, but solely to the woman beside him. Which was understandable, since she put every woman in sight to shame. Karen had a body right out of an ad extolling the healthful virtues of nudism.

Her skin was an even golden tan, from her head to her feet, and all the interesting places in between. Like her breasts. She had breasts out of a dream: marvelous, heavy, lush impressive boobs. They had just enough sag to make him itch to lift them. They were all the more dramatic because of the contrasting slenderness of her torso.

Her tanned skin flowed smoothly down to the soft brown haze of her pussy, a warm nest between her firm, tan, rounded thighs.

Furtively, Harry studied the other men around the big pool. There were few in evidence. He was relieved that he compared favorably with all of them. But most had an even tan, while he had a telltale pallid stripe around his hips. He managed not to shy away, or blush, as a woman detached herself from a small group and strolled over. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, off her small, pointy breasts, her over-ample, jet black pubic patch. She was very pretty-her eyes dark and large, her hair so black it had bluish highlights. It was tightly curled and cut short. Her feathery, bold touch on his prick made the blood rush to the organ and his stomach muscles clench.

“Hello, Karen. Who's your friend?” she asked. Paul had the feeling the “friend” was his cock. “Sue, darling, it's so good to see you again,” Karen replied, too sweetly. “Still haven't managed to tan that appendectomy scar, have you?” Harry's gaze went from Sue's flashing eyes to the scar, to Sue's pussy, to her breasts, back to her false smile. “Harry, this is Sue. Sue, darling, stop gaping. You'd think you'd never seen a cock before. I know you've at least seen them,” she added maliciously. “Hungry little devil, isn't he?” Sue responded, stroking the underside of Harry's surging, suddenly achingly horny organ. “Oh, are you on a hetero kick this month?” How novel,” Karen quipped. Harry took it all in, as he felt his penis throbbing with building lust. He had heard nudist camps were essentially sexless. When Karen had finally talked him into visiting this one, he had tried to tell himself that nothing would come of it, not immediately at least. He had had the make on Karen for a month, without success. He hoped that once she had seen him naked, she wouldn't be able to resist his charms. The blatant eroticism of the by-play with Sue had him reeling. He stood by, a spectator, as the women sparred. Then Karen was easing him away from the slender black-haired woman. “See you around, Harry,” Sue said throatily.

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered stupidly. “Come on,” Karen said, cuddling his arm against one of her soft, warm breasts. “Let me show you around. I want you to get the feel of Paradisio. There's lots more to it than this.” Harry let her guide him, wondering what he had gotten himself into. The small clusters of two and three and four people in and around the pool seemed innocuous enough. They were all naked, but all seemed to be just talking chastely, and nothing else.

A soft moan made him glance around. He stumbled, stubbing his toe painfully on the smooth lawn. The couple behind the neatly trimmed shrub were not conversing chastely. They were lying on their sides, face to face. The woman had one slender leg curled over the man's muscular hip. He was moving slowly and easily. Obviously, he was giving the woman a slow, careful screwing. Her face was blank with passion and every inward thrust of the man's hips pumped a soft moan from her lungs. She was caressing the back of his neck tenderly.

Harry's cock swelled still more as he readjusted his thinking and expectations. Right there, right out in the open, in broad daylight, that couple was making love. His head tracked around as he stared at them while Karen guided him along. She seemed to accept it with easy casualness. Stumbling again on the smooth lawn, Harry jerked his head around just in time to avoid blundering into a small rose bush.

He staggered, lurched, and caught himself by slipping his arm around Karen's waist. She eased closer to him, sliding her arm around him.

Her bare hip brushed and pressed his. He was dramatically aware of her sleek, smooth bare skin against his. Curled on a blanket under a tree was another couple. They were cupped together like spoons, front to back. The man was moving his hips, fucking her, as he squeezed her breasts with one hand, probed her snatch with the other. Her plump thighs were parted enough to show his phallus moving in and out of her cunt. Harry's prick drooled a thick, glittering streamer. It spattered coldly on his thigh. He knew Karen was aware of his gaping. He tried to be nonchalant. “I see outdoor sports are popular,” he said huskily. “That's the whole purpose of Paradisio,” Karen replied calmly. “Interested?” Harry nodded his head nervously. His eyes fastened on a woman who was sandwiched between two men. They were thrusting at her alternately, and there was only one place one of them could have entered her. “I'm not used to-such openness,” he admitted. “It doesn't seem to discourage you,” Karen pointed out, stroking his rigid phallus. “It's interesting to watch.”

“Careful, or you'll run into a tree,” Karen teased. Harry looked back the way they were headed. “I'm not sure I could-uh-perform so openly, though.” “Sex is as natural a function as eating,”

Karen argued. “You'll get used to it. Took me a while to break down the barriers too. I've wanted you for some time, but not in some sleazy motel or the back seat of a car.” “I want you, too,” Harry acknowledged, his mouth dry. “Isn't there someplace-uh-a little private?” His cock was throbbing with hunger. “This way,” Karen announced. “If no one else is using it, that is.” She guided him between the neatly kept hedges, and into a small sheltered clearing.

It was completely surrounded by shrubbery. Sunlight filtered down through the trees and dappled the smooth grass. “Here we are,” she said, turning and pressing herself against him. Her body was soft, satin smooth, and warm and cool all at the same time. Her generous breasts were squashed against his firm chest. His cock was like an iron rod between them. Her sleek, tan legs tangled erotically with his strong hairy thighs and he felt her pussy scraping his flesh. Their mouths opened, and their tongues dueled sensuously, intimately. His lust roared upward with volcanic force, leaving him weak, shaky, aware of nothing except the woman in his arms. They sank slowly onto the grass. Karen lay on her back, gracefully offering her superb body to him. Her skin gleamed in the sunlight. Her curly light brown hair was a fuzzy halo. Her breasts were rising and falling with excitement.

He slid one hand over and cupped one of her marvelous mounds, and tweaked the pink nubbin of her tit with his thumb. She curled her dainty fingers around his impatient cock and milked the thick secretions from it. She smeared his meat with his drippings. Her hand skidded over his skin. Leaning forward, he kissed her, pressing his body against hers. He slid one heavy leg over her slender thigh, and she spread her legs in invitation to him. The sight of the erotic couplings had sent his lust soaring to the explosion point. He slid one hand down and found she was slippery wet, as ready for him as he was for her. She was letting him set the pace, neither urging him to hurry, nor restraining him. He eased himself into the lust cradle between her thighs. His phallus poked impatiently at the hot nest of her pussy, thrusting eagerly at her gates. She shifted her hips, and suddenly the way was open. He felt her hot, slick folds embrace his organ. He filled her guts with its bulk in a series of pumping thrusts. He paused with his pulsing prick sunk in her hot, satin-slick embrace. He was so close to coming that it hurt. His balls were quivering on the verge of eruption. Her hands clutched at his ass, holding him deep inside her, holding her hips jammed up against his. “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes, so big!” He started to move, and she held him back. “Wait,” she pleaded. “I'll come too quickly, and you will, too. We're both ready for it, too ready. Let's think how we each feel to the other for a minute. Just a minute!”

Instead, Harry concentrated on his cock, and was glad she had suggested waiting. The pool of come gathering in his guts grew still greater as he savored the hot, wet sheath around his phallus. He could feel each delicate ripple of her vaginal walls, even the soft protrusion of her cervix, deep inside her body. Her grip on his buttocks eased, and he began to move almost without thinking about it.

Procreative instinct made him piston his penis in her clinging hole.

She was moving under him, lifting and thrusting, meeting each of his drives. She took him full depth, until the head of his phallus jammed against the end of her tunnel, stretching it. He was too far gone to hold back now. All he could do was see how high he could get before he began the long, shuddering tumble, an airplane fighting for altitude before it began the headlong rush earthwards. He quickened his drives, jabbing swiftly into Karen's willing body, cracking his pubic arch against hers, slapping his balls against her ass. His testicles knotted, squeezed, and his prostate erupted in a flare of pleasure as it added fluid and thrust to his coming. Semen surged the length of his prick in a series of jerking pumping bursts. His buttocks knotted, adding their bit to each ecstatic spurt of sperm exploding from the tip of his phallus, spattering deep into Karen's spasming vagina. His orgasm went on and on and on, the product of over a year's celibacy, a month of hoping, and an hour's visual stimulation. The spasming was further prolonged by Karen's skillful milking with her vagina. His organs reached unsurpassed heights as they struggled to drain his overloaded chambers. Eventually, his prick trembling in carnal dry heaves, Harry was left with a delectable exhausted ache in his groin. His cock retracted down the hot length of her clinging hole. He eased off her and lay beside her on the grass, panting quietly. He was aware of the sweat drying on his bare skin, the gentle touch of the breeze, the prickle of the grass. It was fantastic. He had never done it outdoors before. He thought, with a stab of pain, of Sarah, and how it had been with her. Always it had been good, conventional, loving sex, between the sheets, in the bedroom. But, God! How he had loved her, and she him. And then the lump, and the lingering, agonizing wasting death, as her own body cannibalized itself. “Fantastic,” Karen breathed softly.

“Unbelievable,” Harry sighed. How long had it been? Too long.

There had been too much staring at Jan, more and more the image of her dead mother. He had broken out of his cage before he attacked his own daughter. “Feeling better?” Karen asked. “Wasn't feeling bad,” he argued. The sun was burning through his closed eyelids. He shifted his head and found a patch of shade. Karen rolled to her side and stroked his chest with one finger. “You've been as tight as a bull next to a pen of cows,” she argued. “I could smell the hunger in you. How long has it been, Harry?” He shook his head angrily as her question echoed the one he had asked himself only moments before.

“She's dead, Harry,” Karen said bluntly. “She has been dead for almost a year now. It was time for you to start living again.”

Harry frowned, trying to deny her words, yet knowing she was right. He felt her soft fingers curl tenderly around his limp, drained penis. He felt that pale organ respond with a mindless, instinctive jerk. “This isn't going to let you,” Karen pointed out, squeezing his swelling cock. “It has more sense than that. It,” she said, squeezing his prick again, “knows that there is only today, that the past is dead. It knows what is important and what is not. I'll prove it.” She slid her head down his flat, muscular stomach. Her hair tickled his skin as she moved her mouth over his prick. Her lips caressed the bulb of his penis, her tongue bathed the glans, bringing a rush of blood to it. It was mouth to cock resuscitation. As she sucked on his organ, she eased around, slid one leg over his face. He found himself staring into her brown-furred pussy. She smelled deliciously of copulation. As she sucked on his phallus, she offered him her cunt. Her curling brown hair tickled his nose, then his face was smothering in her warm, soft fragrant flesh. He worked his lips and eased his tongue into her hot, wet crevice, even as his mind tried to deny her what she wanted. She was devouring his phallus with a ravenous eagerness that made his body respond in spite of his intellectual reservations. He tasted her hot, metallic flow. He tasted his own semen. He bored his tongue into her flooding vagina, feeling her slick folds ease apart to accept his probe. He curled his hands around her soft, smooth ass and drew her crotch down on his face, and massaged her lush buttocks. His cock was ready. It was more than ready. His balls were humming as they poured out waves of sperm. Then his glands armored them with thick secretions, readying them for the long trip down his phallus. Sensing the nearness of his orgasm, Karen eased off. She kept her mouth on his organ, but didn't move. Her hand was curled around his testicles, a loving nest for his balls. She squeezed gently and he felt his coming easing away, becoming less imminent. Seeking to stimulate her more, he sought her clitoris with his lips. He traced his way along the slithery petals of her slick inner labia, his nose sliding toward her vaginal opening. He felt her inner labia squirm away from his lips and realized he had gone too far. Sucking, he went back to where those folds of flesh formed a point. There, at that hooded peak, he found her hard, tantalizing button of nerves. He pursed his lips around it, and felt her push down on him, driving his head into the grass.

He was aware of nothing but her pussy. There was her smell, and her taste, and her oozings, and her pubic hair. Her sleek thighs were pressing his head. He drowned himself in her, finding unexpected pleasure in the act. He was barely aware of her mouth around his phallus until she began to suck on his prick again. Then, abruptly, he felt still another wave of semen joining what was already waiting. He felt his hot lubricant trickle into her mouth, felt her welcome it with her tongue. She savored his secretions even as he savored hers.

She was coming. She was grinding her pussy against his face as he sucked on her clitoris. He battered her nerve knot with his tongue, and felt her flood his face with her come. Her thighs clamped around his head. She writhed on him, her breasts squirming on his flat, hard belly. Her fingers dug into the back of one thigh as she clung to him with one hand, fondled his balls with the other. If she became confused, lost control, she would geld him instantly. He kept tormenting her sex, as if urging her to do just that. He was trying to justify himself by giving her as much pleasure as possible, trying to drown everything in a sea of sex. She was bringing him to an orgasm with her mouth, her tongue drawing on his prick, urging it to spurt into her mouth. He was going to. He was lifting to that exquisite brink, to the point of no return. If she was aware of his impending orgasm, she gave no sign of it, gave no indication she was going to retreat. He began to come. Hot shots of pleasure spurted the length of his phallus and into her working mouth. He felt her swallowing, and the pressing, sucking action of her tongue caused his cock to erupt even more violently. He poured his hot, sticky load down her throat, and felt the overflow pool around his prick. Then she swallowed again. She wasn't moving her cunt on his face any longer, but was doing her damnedest to crush his head into the hard ground. Her legs bent at the knee, her toes curled as her orgasm peaked. He tried to suck her clit out by the roots, sensing that it was what she wanted. She was still sucking the come out of his cock.

At last he had to wrench his face free in order to breathe.

Heaving oxygen into his exhausted lungs, he felt her come, chill and crusty, drying on his cheeks. His orgasm had passed, leaving an ache of satisfaction in his guts again. She still had his phallus in her mouth. Straddling him, her pussy brushing his throat, his face sticking up between her sleek, tan thighs, she kept sucking his cock.

Even though he had just come a second time, he was still hard. He would never have believed it possible, but blood still flooded his exhausted organ. Even as the last drops of come were drawn into Karen's mouth, he felt new sperm pooling in his guts. Lying there, her thighs pressing his cheeks in a warm embrace, Harry felt the sun on his face, the come on his nose. He felt her sucking mouth urging his body to undreamed of heights. He couldn't tell if he was numbed by the unending stimulation, or sensitized by it. He felt peculiarly detached from his cock. He was only vaguely aware of the delicate pressure, the occasional cut of her teeth. But he was exquisitely aware of her tongue against his glans. He could feel her cheeks pressing the flanks of his prick as she sucked on it. He could feel the blood rushing to the tip of his cock because of the vacuum she was creating there. He knew it was going to take a long, long time for her to bring him off again. At this point, all she was doing was keeping his erection. If she stopped, he'd lose it instantly, and he knew it. Evidently, she knew it, too. She kept her mouth around his cock, kept massaging his organ with her tongue. He felt her breath puffing hotly against him as she breathed through her nose, recovering from her own second coming. He focused his attention on the physical sensations assaulting him. Primary among them was the touch of her mouth on his cock. There was the sweaty slickness of her body on his, a stark contrast to the harsh bristly grass under him. He could feel her breasts, soft and squashy, squirm on his hard belly. He could feel her nipples probing him like burrowing animals. Her inner thighs were satin smooth against his hot cheeks. He stroked his hands down-or was it up?-from her ass towards her shoulders, caressing the flawless expanse of skin. Her body was a graceful series of curves: hips to waist, waist to ribs, ribs to shoulders. He stroked the series over and over again, loving the feel of her. His cock was gaming strength, getting harder and more impatient, but very slowly. His balls were wringing out still more sperm. He was going to come again-eventually. Jeez, how could something that hurt this way feel so damn good, too? He was in agony from the prolonged sexual stimulation, but it was such wonderful, exquisite agony. He stroked his hands down from her shoulders, toward her ass, toward his face. He gripped her buttocks and tried to indicate he was ready and willing to eat her pussy again. But she kept her pussy planted firmly on his throat, her mons nestling his chin. Evidently, she had no desire to be eaten again. Harry didn't mind. All he cared about, all he could think about, was how his guts felt as they got ready for yet another convulsive, climactic effort. There was a knot of fiery, frantic exhaustion deep in his belly. His prick was leaking. It felt like acid was eating its way the length of his bloated penis, then spilling into Karen's sucking mouth. Now, she could release his cock without worrying about its losing its rigidity. He was jacked up so high now that a break in the stimulation wouldn't cause a letdown.

Lifting her head off him, she got to her knees and crawled down his body, her pubis scratching all along his torso. She deliberately dragged her crotch down his body. She didn't lift even when his cock, draped up against his stomach, pushed eagerly into her hairy snatch.

She angled her pelvis, and his prick drilled into her hot vagina, surging from horizontal to vertical as her hot folds engulfed it. Then she was in the saddle, the pommel rammed up into her belly. Leaning forward, her hands on his thighs, she stared at his feet and rested, his cock once again sunk in her vagina. He lifted his head and looked down at her lush round ass, the bifurcation, and the flash of his cock in the crack, the graceful sweep of her back. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her face was flushed, her chin sparkling from her cock-sucking. Her eyes glittered with excitement. “Ready for another ride?” “Jesus, yes. Never would have believed it possible, though.” “You've got a lot to learn,” she teased. “Hang on.”

He braced his head up as she lifted off his prick. He watched his phallus appear under her, shining white with her juices and his semen.

She paused, and he stared at the point his cock connected him to her.

He savored the feel of his nerve-loaded glans being hugged by her hot folds, while the shaft was chilled as a breeze dried the fluid coating it. She lowered, his cock vanished and was totally in her body again. He reached down and cupped his hands to her buttocks. He guided her gently as she lifted and dropped. The strange, backwards position was new to him, and stimulated his prick in a way it had never been stimulated before. The angle of penetration, the surfaces in contact-it was all new, and built his level of pleasure still higher.

The puckered bud of her anus seemed to wink at him as she pogo-sticked up and down on his cock. It looked like a little flower nestled between the soft pillows of her buttocks. He had an urge to touch it, but restrained himself. Instead, he spread her ass cheeks so he could see better. He wondered how long his pleasure could go on. He was beginning to think it would last forever. Every stroke sent a thick wash of juices pouring from Karen's cunt down into his thick pubic bush, down over his straining testicles. She was flooding him as she humped herself on his phallus. Her head hanging, she was looking under herself, watching his cock ram in and out of her twat. Sweat glistened on her shoulders, formed tiny drops that trickled down her back. His neck exhausted, Harry let his head drop back to the grass. He kept his hands on her tail as he savored the agonizing blaze in his over-stimulated cock. He couldn't tell if the pool of come in his guts was big or small. He knew when he came it was going to be an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. It was like that crazy time when he had been fourteen or fifteen and he had jacked off, again and again and again, until his groin was one delicious ache as it tried desperately to squeeze out just one more wave. How many times had he come that day? Surely, no more than three? Or was it? He had done it thinking of the new girl in town, Sarah, picturing her out of her bathing suit. He had felt horribly guilty afterwards. But this was here, and now, in the hot sun. Karen was driving each of them to yet another coming. It was his third, and he was almost there. Then he was over the peak. Aching, convulsing, clenching agony engulfed him as he pumped still another load of semen into the woman fucking him.

His calves cramped as sperm spurted into her spasming vagina. He heaved his hips upward until he had half her weight on his cock and its foundations. He felt as if he was being twisted, being wrung dry like a towel. He was struggling to squeeze out the final drops of semen and pleasure. His last pulsation locked him into a cramped knot, held him there for aching minutes, then let him crumble with exhaustion. Karen slumped forward until she was stretched out on his legs. Her breasts were molded to his shins. She rested one cheek on his feet. He felt her panting hotly on his instep. In a slow, languid squirm, she straightened her legs until her feet were by his shoulders. Her knees were pressing his ribs. His prick sucked back out of her cunt. It shriveled until it was huddled in her slit.

There was no feeling left in it at all. It was numb with exhaustion.

He decided he must have fallen asleep. The sun had moved appreciably when he came to. He felt Karen ease off of him. He was aware of other sounds in the clearing, the rustle of the wind in the trees, birds singing, and a soft whimpering. Turning his head, he found they were no longer alone. A girl and a boy, no more than seventeen, were erotically intertwined. His slender, youthful body moved with ageless precision as he fucked the willing girl under him.

God! They were so young! “Let's go swim,” Harry suggested urgently. “Suits,” Karen agreed, evidently unaware he was upset by the two teenagers. “Next time we come, we should bring Jan along.”

“No!” Harry snapped. “She's too young. She's still hung up on her mother, too. If she knew I was with another woman, she'd be crushed.

She loved Sarah as much as I did.” Tm not saying she didn't love her mother,” Karen argued. “But, are you positive she'd be crushed if you found another woman?” “I'm sure,” Harry growled. “And are you sure she's innocent? She's what? Fifteen, sixteen?”

“Fifteen,” Harry answered. “A young fifteen.” “Are you sure?” Karen asked softly. “I don't want to talk about it,” Harry countered. He swept his-gaze past a trio of writhing bodies, one woman and two men. “I think we should talk about Jan if we're going to keep seeing each other,” Karen pointed out. “Not now,” Harry growled. “Christ! Not now.” How the hell could it be? Just the thought of his daughter brought his blood to a boil. Even after three rounds with Karen, he still had the hots for Jan, his own flesh and blood.

He plunged into the pool, hiding in its cool depths. He wondered if he should have said something about the bathing suit Jan had been planning to wear to the beach. It had been damn minimal.

CHAPTER TWO

Jan wondered what her father would do if he found out she wasn't wearing the suit at all-or anything else for that matter, except her gold locket. She was dangling her suit in one hand. The colorful scraps of cloth fluttered in the breeze as her bare toes dug into the soft sand. The air and sun probed every inch of her graceful, slender body. Daddy would have a stroke if he found out, she decided.

He had given her the fish eye when he had seen her in the bikini. If the gang hadn't been waiting, she knew he would have sent her back to change. She had never had any intention of winding up strolling down the beach naked. Her belly muscles knotted. Her heart was beating very quickly. The touch of the sea breeze made her nipples stand up sharply. She tried to ignore the way Mike's half-erect cock was bobbing and swaying ominously. She felt her sweaty palm squirm against his as they held hands. Her shoulder brushed his tanned arm. Maybe Daddy was right, Mike was too old for her. He was nineteen, a sophomore in college, while she was only a sophomore in high school.

God, his cock looked big! She tried to reassure herself, tell herself they weren't going to do that. She didn't believe they wouldn't though, not down deep in her guts. And it had all started so innocently: a trip to the beach with Mary Kay and Sammy.

They had played games with the waves, dancing out of their reach, turned over rocks and driftwood, skipped flat stones over the small pools. Then they had come to the fat rope dipping from post to post, and paused. The people beyond the barrier were nude.

“Well?” Sammy had asked. “I'm game,” Mike had answered.

“Me, too,” Mary Kay chimed in. Jan had gulped, suddenly frightened, but had no choice. The question was obvious, and so was her answer. “Uh, yeah, sure,” she had agreed, her voice squeaking. She was abruptly aware that she was the youngest, by three years.

Sammy had grinned at Jan as he untied the waist of his suit and skinned it down and off. Jan hadn't been able to take her eyes off his rising cock, his balls, and his thick black bush of hair. When she managed to tear her eyes off Sammy, she saw Mike's tool. It was even larger and more threatening than Sammy-it was stiffer, bolder, longer, and scarier-because Mike, not Sammy, was her steady. Mary Kay had shed the top of her bikini and revealed her ample, pale breasts. They were soft and lush looking. Her large areolae were blushing red. Her nipples were pert points. Then Mary Kay stripped the bottom of her suit down and exposed her dense, dark brown muff and a thrusting, hungry mons. “Well?” Sammy had asked, his teeth bared in a predatory grin. Jan had felt all six eyes on her and felt the blush rising in her like a hot tide. “Oh, uh, yeah,” she stammered. She had fought the urge to turn her back on them. Her hands shaking, she undid her top first, exposing the soft round hills of her breasts. They were still too young and small to show any sag, any crease on the underside. Her small, darting pink nipples hummed with excitement at being set free. She heard Mike suck his breath in through his teeth, and was pleased. Feeling clumsy and awkward, she stripped the bottom of her suit down and felt a warm breeze stir the dainty wisps of her almost invisible pubic bush. She didn't have a thick shield of hair over her slit. The pouting lips showed as clearly as they would on a girl half her age. Her pale blonde hair gleamed like spun gold, misting her pale pink flesh. “Let's go, okay?” she squeaked, dangling her suit in one hand. She hadn't looked at any of them. So now, here they were, strolling along a beach dotted with nude sunbathers. Some lay on their bellies, the rounded hills of their buttocks tanning slowly. Others were on their backs. Generally, the women's breasts were flattened by gravity, their nipples placid and at rest. A few couples snuggled and touched, but nothing more than that. Jan had never imagined cocks came in such a variety of shapes and sizes. She studied each prick as they walked past. Some were large, some small, some fat, some skinny. Some were circumcised, some were not, some were dark, some were pale. Some were soft and limp. Most were, in fact. But, as one man's eyes tracked her, she saw his penis lifting like a snake raising its head, preparing to strike.

“Let's go in the water,” she urged Mike abruptly, tugging him in the direction of the waves. “Sure,” he agreed. Dropping their suits on the sand, they sprinted into the ocean, hand in hand, and fell in a cascade of foam as an incoming wave tripped them. Hot, slippery bare skin brushed Jan's and new feelings raged through her unexpectedly. She had felt sort of this way before during heavy petting sessions, but this was wilder, hotter, different. Pulling away from Mike, she dove under a breaking wave and burst to the surface beyond the surf. She bobbed up and down on the swells, and then Mike erupted beside her, and his arms were around her, and they were in a warm embrace. His lips were nuzzling the side of her neck, and her pulse was racing. She felt the chill water go deep into her naked pussy as she kicked and squirmed in response. “Mike, no!” she panted desperately as she felt his finger curl into her pussy, probe deep into her seething vagina, spread the tight, clinging walls.

She spluttered as a wave washed over her head. She was ablaze with incredible desire, a hot, seething urge she had had only hints of before. “NO!” she yelped, breaking free, feeling his finger leave her. She struck out for the shore, caught a wave, and let it carry her to the beach. Something hit her, and she realized that it was Mike, that he had caught the same wave. She bumped against the shallow bottom and staggered up. Mike caught her hand and helped her to her feet. Then they were walking up the beach, away from the sea. She was in a turmoil. She was dazed and battered by the intensity of the feelings Mike had aroused in her. The current had carried them far down the beach from where they had started. Jan darted in and out among the enormous boulders. She rounded one the size of a house and skidded to a stop. This couple was not just cuddling. Jan stared, tried to back up, but couldn't. The girl was on her back, the guy was between her thighs. He was moving steadily, relentlessly. She was clutching his back and heaving her hips in response. He was humping, fucking his cock into the girl's willing body. She turned her head, and Jan saw the pure, ecstatic pleasure on her face. Then Jan realized she knew her. It was Mary Kay! So it must be Sammy between her thighs. Jan's lust boiled up like an erupting geyser. She pulled back and turned away, battling her curiosity and her lust. Mike blocked her retreat gently but firmly. His arms curled around her waist. He pulled her against him. His rigid cock was pressed into her flat tummy. “Mike?” she whimpered. His lips met hers, and a hand cupped her bare breast. Her lust boiled over, obliterating her inhibitions. He eased her down to the packed sand and pushed in between her slender thighs. She wanted to resist, but didn't have the strength. Her searing lust had turned her muscles to jelly. She felt his prick nudging her crotch blindly, probing for the opening, wedging in between her labia. For the first time in her life, she felt a cock thrust hungrily into her vagina. She felt the knob of Mike's phallus wedge into her virginal opening, press apart the slippery folds of flesh. Her clitoris was being pulverized between his heavy body and hers, sending her lust soaring. She was terrified, as much of herself and the incredibly base emotions and desires raging through her, as she was of the monster shaft entering her. She knew things had gone too far for her to stop him. Anyway, she didn't want to stop him. She spread her thighs wide as Mike bored his cock into her tight tunnel with impatient thrusts of his hips. What little pain there was was overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, and a pleasure she had only dreamed of. Clinging to him, she let herself be swept away on a wave of incredible pleasure. Even Mike's impatience couldn't spoil it. He crammed his cock into her, stuffed her with his bulk with quick, hard thrusts of his hips. She accepted it, one corner of her battered mind marveling at how her vagina could take such a huge cock with so little pain. Then she felt the head of his phallus ram the end of her vagina, and writhed like a pinned bug.

“Awwwww, Mike,” she wailed. Mike was beyond hearing or caring. He began to piston his cock in her clinging, tight cylinder.

He raped his cock in and out of her tunnel until his balls erupted and blasted sperm deep into her virginal cunt, her vagina spasmed mindlessly around his tower as she took his gummy load. She wasn't really coming, it wasn't quite an orgasm, but it felt so fabulous that it didn't really matter. In a few bright, glittering seconds she had gone from being a girl to being a woman. She had a pulsing prick sunk deep in her body. Sperm was spattering the end of her cunt. A man was crushing her into the sand. As the pleasure faded, leaving her aching and panting, she clung to Mike. Tears burned in her eyes and streaked her cheeks. Her mangled ribs shuddered as she bit back her sobs, refusing to play the part of the violated virgin. “Looks like she's joined the club,” Sammy noted. He and Mary Kay had finished. He was sitting up. His cock, limp and drained, drooped over his balls. “Go easy on her, Sammy, she's just a kid,” Mary Kay cautioned. “N-not any more, I'm not,” Jan retorted. Mike's blue eyes were clouded with concern and guilt. He looked down at her, at where his drained phallus was slipping out of her ravished vagina.

“Are you all right?” he asked, seeing her tears. “All right?”

Jan's voice felt brittle. “I'm fine. I'm wonderful. I was good, wasn't I?” She felt almost hysterical. “You were great,” Mike assured her. “Are you sorry?” “Sorry? Why should I be sorry?” She fought for control. “It came a bit sooner than I expected was all. Who wants to be a virgin these days? Poopy old virgins.” She wondered what her mother thought as she looked down on her daughter's education. She and Mom had never talked much about sex. It had been an uncomfortable topic and they had both avoided it. The locket resting on her chest was suddenly very heavy. It contained a picture of her mother.

Mary Kay and Sammy were twining intimately together now. She was still holding his prick. It was fully erect again. He had transferred his hand from Mary Kay's lush breast to her pussy. She had spread her legs, and Sammy's finger was pumping in and out of her black bush.

Jan's crotch began to itch hungrily just from watching. Lying on her back, the sun beating down on her nude body, she slipped her hand down and began to stimulate herself without really thinking about it.

As she curled her finger into her slit, faint golden wisps of pubic hair brushed her hand. Her crotch was in full view. Her whole body was wantonly exposed, but what did it matter? Mary Kay and Sammy were going to do it again. Jan was going to watch. So was Mike. And then they would do it again. Sammy was lying on his back now and Mary Kay was leaning against him. One leg was stretched straight out on the sand. The other was bent. Her knee was high in the air, making her crotch gape wide open. He was taking full advantage of her exposed position. He was thrusting his longest finger deep into Mary Kay's glistening folds, finger-fucking her slippery vagina. Drawing his slick, wet finger out of her cunt, he moved his hand upward and found her long, protuberant clitoris and rolled it back and forth.

“Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. “Oh, yeah!” She squeezed Sammy's rigid phallus, then began sliding her head down his torso. She kept her eyes on the prick in her hand. She licked her lips, then puckered her mouth eagerly as her cheek pressed against Sammy's navel. She slid her head lower and lower on his belly and squirmed awkwardly on the sand so as not to dislodge the hand on her pussy. Jan's tongue played nervously along her upper lip. She wondered if Mary Kay was going to take Sammy's cock in her mouth. The thought made her guts boil with excitement. Mike's big hand was cupping one of her shy, gentle breasts. She was on her back, her hand turned so she could watch Sammy and Mary Kay. Blindly, she reached over and gripped Mike's half-hard prick. Mary Kay's lips touched the purple glans of Sammy's cock, and Jan felt her stomach knot. Mary Kay's cheeks drew in as she sucked on Sammy's come-encrusted phallus. Her fingers played on the exposed portion of Sammy's prick as if it were a flute-a “skin-flute,” Jan thought absently. Mary Kay played the skin-flute skillfully.

Sammy's hips were stirring and shifting restlessly on the sand. Her mouth pumped on his cock, while her fingers caressed the base of it, then fondled his balls tenderly. Jan was fascinated by how the egg-shaped masses shifted and rolled in the dark, wrinkled bag containing them. “Gettin' an eyeful?” Sammy teased Jan. Jan blushed. “Don't pay any attention to him,” Mike murmured, his breath warm in her ear. “He's always been an exhibitionist at heart.”

Sammy cupped his hand on the back of Mary Kay's head, pushing down as his hips lifted, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She broke away and squirmed to a more conventional position.

She was still holding his prick in her hand. The knob, purple and swollen, gleamed with spit. “Oh, no,” Mary Kay told Sammy.

“That's not the way we do it this time. It's time for woman's lib, not woman's lip.” Dislodging Sammy's hand from her crotch, she straddled his slender, wiry hips. Jan bit her lip with excitement. She could see everything. She could see Sammy's slender phallus, still gripped in Mary Kay's short fingers. Jan could see Mary Kay's pussy.

The inner lips were engorged and ready. Mary Kay's big breasts quivered with excitement. As she towered over him, Sammy's hand clamped down on the round mounds, mashing and squeezing them.

Mary Kay aimed Sammy's lean prick up into her dark nest. She lowered herself on it and drove it up into her body. Jan watched Sammy's cock slowly disappear into Mary Kay's cunt. Jan's own vagina began oozing as she watched, fascinated. Jan spread her thighs wider, inviting Mike to probe her deflowered pussy. He eased a second finger into her tight vagina, dilating her in preparation for another fucking. Well, he'd get his chance. But right now, Jan wanted to watch Mary Kay and Sammy. She had a lot to learn. Mary Kay had half of Sammy's cock in her. His prick was a shining white column, connecting the soft, sexily rounded girl with him like they were Siamese twins.

Bit by bit the column shortened, the skin wrinkling visibly from the downward thrust. The distance between Mary Kay's thick black bush and Sammy's dark brown one decreased steadily. Then the longest curls of his pubic hair were mingling with Mary Kay's. The pale cylinder of his cock gleamed through the kinky twists, then vanished. Mary Kay was settled firmly on him. “Aw! That is so fucking good,” she sighed.

Sammy said nothing. His face shining with sweat, he caressed Mary Kay's heavy breasts. He thumbed her nipples making the eraserlike buds jump around. Her areolae thrust her tits outward, begged him to give them still more attention. Sammy's fingers sank into the soft, fleshy mounds and he squeezed them hard. His cock engulfed by Mary Kay's hot, wet, clinging cunt, he pinched and rolled her jutting nipples.

Mary Kay had her hands on her rounded hips. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the cock in her guts, the hands on her tits.

She lifted, easing the cock out of her, then dropped, ramming it back up into her guts. Jan's attention was riveted on the exhibitionistic screwing. Her lust was stirred by the sight of a cock coming out of Mary Kay's vagina, then vanishing back into it. Jan could see Mary Kay's tissues being tugged out and then pushed back in by Sammy's prick. Jan could see where Sammy's column wedged Mary Kay's labia open. She could see Mary Kay's tits roll around in Sammy's hands. Jan's body was ablaze with lust as she watched Mary Kay spit herself on Sammy's thrusting organ. “Too hairy,” Mike muttered, breaking Jan's concentration. “Huh?” “Mary Kay's too hairy for my taste,” Mike explained. “I'm like a little girl,” Jan said glumly, ignoring the fact that chronologically she wasn't much beyond childhood. “I like you that way,” Mike assured her, cupping his hand over her sex and squeezing her mons and labia warmly, compressing all her tissues, putting a delightful sensuous pressure on her clitoris. Jan was concentrating on Mary Kay's coupling with Sammy. “You're not very hairy, either,” she observed absently.

“What'd you think of Mary Kay's cock-sucking?” Mike asked. “Want to suck my cock?” Jan shivered as a cold wave of fear ripped through her at the thought. “I don't think I'm quite ready for that,” she answered. She knew she'd do it sometime. “I'd like to fuck again, though.” “Okay by me,” Mike said tightly. He started to roll Jan over. She held him off. “I want to do it that way,” she explained. “I want to put it in myself, the way Mary Kay did. And I want to do it so I can still watch them.” Mike let himself be pushed onto his back. Jan swung one slender leg over his thighs. She left cool air cut into her naked pussy as her crotch was stretched wide. She looked down at Mike tensely, and saw that he was studying her slender body: her small breasts and pink nipples, her trim torso, her lithe waist, and her gaping cunt with its decorative little wisps of hair. Mike's cock lay up along his belly, stiff, pale and ready. His glans looked like the barbed head of a lance. His balls were between his thighs, fertile eggs in a pliable sack. His reddish pubic bush formed a perfect backdrop for the pale column of his cock.

Jan reached down and lifted it. Then holding it pointed straight up, she moved, and hovered over it. As she lowered herself slowly onto it, she watched Mary Kay bouncing on Sammy's phallus. Mary Kay's buttocks slapped down on Sammy's thighs with a loud “squish.” Her lush breasts jerked and quivered at every impact. Jan had the curving head of Mike's phallus nestled at the entrance to her tight vagina.

She worked her hips in a small circular pattern and eased his organ into her. She felt her slick tight folds being slowly wedged open, felt her elastic tissues stretching to take his bulk. Mike's hands mashed down on her breasts, crushing the gentle mounds against her ribs, grinding her nipples into her. Mary Kay was leaning forward. Her hands were on Sammy's shoulders now. Her breasts swayed heavily as she bounced her hips up and down on Sammy. He was gripping her waist, his fingers sinking into her* flesh as she fucked herself.

She slapped down on Sammy, lifted quickly, and smacked down again, and again, and again. Visible shock waves jolted her rounded belly, betraying a soft layer of fat that Jan doubted she would ever have.

Mary Kay was grunting in time with her fucking. She was obviously approaching a climax. Her mouth was open, her eyes were glazed with pleasure. “Uhh-uuuhhhh-uhhhhh!” Mary Kay's grunting became one long, ecstatic groan as she quivered in the throes of an orgasm. A pink blush swept up from her groin and spread out and covered her breasts. Her face a mask of carnal pleasure, her body went rigid with her coming. Jan's vagina was spasming as she sat on Mike, his cock driven all the way into her tight hole. Jan wasn't even moving-hadn't moved since she had managed to get the full bulk of Mike's phallus into her. It didn't matter. The feeling of incredible fullness and the sight of Mary Kay's climax were enough to bring her off. It was only the second time in her life she had had a man's organ in her body. Mary Kay let out a tremendous sigh and relaxed. Her orgasm was obviously over. Sammy took control. Using his relentless grip on her waist, he lifted and dropped her on his big cock. Mary Kay followed his directions compliantly, lifting when he lifted, dropping when he pulled down on her waist. It was a slow, powerful fuck.

Sammy's hips began to lift in opposition to Mary Kay's. Their bodies jarred together harder than ever. His flat, wiry belly began to knot visibly, as he ground his fingers bruisingly deep into Mary Kay's soft flesh. He surged up against her as if trying to run her through with his phallus. Her second orgasm over, Jan watched, amazed at the violence of the coupling. The impacts had to be painful, and Sammy's grip on Mary Kay's waist had to be excruciating, but Mary Kay seemed to almost welcome the agony. Sammy certainly had no qualms about inflicting pain on Mary Kay with both his hands and his raping cock. He grunted as he rammed it up into her, faster and faster and harder and harder. Then he heaved up hard, his back arching as he lifted Mary Kay clear off the ground. She was balanced precariously on his pole. His whole body trembling, he pumped a thick load of semen into Mary Kay. She looked as if his cock ran from her crotch all the way up to her head, stiffening her entire body like a second backbone.

Her face was flushed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she came again. Without even thinking about it, Jan began to fuck herself on Mike's rigid cock, lifting slowly, then dropping, casing his prick back into her. She lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, watching as the strength oozed out of Sammy's wiry frame. He and Mary Kay slumped down on the packed sand, limp and drained. Then Jan concentrated on her own fucking. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on Mike's shoulders. Her eyes met his and misted for a moment at the sight of his tan, handsome face. Then she looked down to where his cock parted her pussy lips and entered her cunt. She lifted and saw his penis emerge from her body. It was shining with her juices. She lowered, and the pale shaft was absorbed into her body. It pried her fifteen-year-old vagina open, filling her with hot heavy meat.

She was going to come again. She was going to climax for a thud time, and a second load of semen was going to jet into her. It wasn't going to take long. Her nerve endings, so newly awakened, were hypersensitive to the friction of the cock against them, to the cracking pressure of his pubic bone against her clit. She loved the way the head of Mike's cock slammed the end of her vagina, jolting her innards. She loved the feel of his prick burning through her vaginal opening, past the tatters of a hymen broken long ago by a misdirected tampon. She loved the feel of Mike's big, strong hands on her breasts. Her vagina began spasming again, began clenching around Mike's big bulk. She was rising to the brink of another coming, soaring higher and higher. She saw Mary Kay and Sammy watching, and her lust boiled still higher. She was a woman, not a girl. She thought of how turned on she had gotten watching them fuck, and got still more turned on. She hoped she'd get them so hot they'd have to fuck again.

She visualized Sammy raping his cock into Mary Kay's hairy cunt and began coming. Sweet God, this was even better than the first time had been. Her whole body a torrent of fiery pleasure, she felt her vagina milking Mike's cock. He hadn't spurted his load into her yet.

They both knew he was going to go at her again. But, while she came, he held still, his swollen cock deep in her spasming hole. The sun burning down mercilessly on her bare skin was no hotter than the fire scorching the inside of her body. When she was done and drained and slumped over Mike, he pushed up against her. She let him roll her over. His cock was still stuffing her cunt. He got her over onto her back, then lifted up on his hands and stared down at her. She lay there, exhausted, spitted on his cock. She had her arms over her head.

Her already lean torso was stretched flat. Her golden blonde hair, flecked with sand, was fanned out around her head. Mike began to screw her with steady, skilled thrusts. Tilting his hips this way, then that, he changed the angle of penetration with every drive. The head of his phallus tore along the stretchy walls of her cunt with every thrust. Her channel, unaccustomed to such bulk, hurt. But her passion was building yet again as she took his drives, let him run her through with his phallus over and over and over again. She was being martyred on his priapean tower. She was coming again.

Unbelievably, incomprehensibly, she was being engulfed in yet another orgasm. Bui she was so drained and exhausted her muscles couldn't convulse the way they had before. All she could do was lie there and feel the searing waves of pleasure sweep through her. Mike sped up his drives. He was now keeping the same angle on his thrusts. He ground the head of his cock along the back of her vagina, making the velvety wall angle his cock upward into her guts. All the friction was concentrated on the nerve knot just below his glans and at the back wall of Jan's cunt. But it only lasted a moment. Mike's body reacted to the powerful stimulation by exploding in a powerful eruption. Semen poured into Jan's tender, aching vagina. Sinking his cock full depth in her tight hole, he thrust at her and let his full weight come down to her. He humped his prick into her as it spurted thick globs of come deep into her body. Wave after thick wave of fluid poured into her, then pressured back from her already glutted chamber to ooze out and glue them together. When Mike withdrew his drained penis from Jan's drowned pussy, she didn't move, just lay there and let the sun burn her exposed tissues. She stirred when Mary Kay crawled over and touched her. “You okay?” Mary Kay asked, concerned. “I'm fine,” Jan sighed. “Tired and a little achy, but fine.” “How about you and I clean up in the ocean?” Mary Kay suggested. Jan let herself be helped to her feet and walked down to the water with the older girl. They continued until the incoming waves were pushing at them, threatening to capsize them. They sank down into the salty foam. Jan felt her aches easing as the briny water washed her naked flesh. Finally, Jan voiced a fear that had been nagging her.

“God, what if I'm pregnant?” Mary Kay looked over at Jan. “No protection, huh?” “Gee, no,” Jan sighed. “I mean, why should I have? I-I never expected anything like this! Not so soon!” “When did you have your last period?” Mary Kay asked. “It ended two days ago,” Jan answered. “You're okay then,” Mary Kay assured her.

“Are you sure?” “Well, as sure as anyone can be. It's possible you could get knocked up now, but it's not likely if your period's fairly regular.” “It is,” Jan answered. “Tell you one thing, though,” Mary Kay went on. 'You better get on the pill, fast.”

“But, that's so-so planned,” Jan argued. “If I do that, it means I'll be-fucking all the time.” “Bullfeathers,” Mary Kay snorted.

“All it means is that if you do fuck, you're safe.” “I don't know,” Jan replied uncertainly. “Look,” Mary Kay went on patiently, “it is better to be prepared and not fuck, than to fuck when you're unprepared. It'd be damned awkward to have to make a decision about what to do with a little bastard that's growing in your tummy. Expensive too, no matter what you do. Better it never gets started in the first place. Make sense?” “Well, yeah, I suppose so,” Jan agreed reluctantly, fanning cool water onto her battered pussy. They were sitting in waist-deep water, letting the waves swirl around them. “Be realistic,” Mary Kay argued. “Now that you've done it, are you going to stop a heavy petting session short of the goal line?” “Probably not,” Jan acknowledged. God, how could she, now that she knew what it was like? “But how can I get a prescription?” “I've got a doctor that'll take care of you, no questions asked,” Mary Kay replied. “Okay?” “Yes.” “Good girl. With your mother gone, someone's got to help you with these things. Now, we'd better find some suntan oil for certain portions of our bods, or we are going to have some very embarrassing and hard to explain sunburns.” Jan found she was hardly aware of her nudity as they walked down the beach. Mike and Sam were having an impromptu soccer game with an empty can. Their sex organs were bobbing and swinging wildly as they chased down the beach. “How's your father doing?” Mary Kay asked as they walked along. “Oh, a little better. He's still pretty down, though.” “Any woman on the horizon?” Mary Kay probed. Jan shook her head. “No.” “I'd go for him in a minute,” Mary Kay observed. “That silver hair of his is yummy. Does he have it all over?” “I don't know.” “You don't know? You've never seen your father naked?” Mary Kay asked, astonished. “No.” “I'll be damned. Positively Victorian!”

Jan wondered if her father had silver hair around the base of his prick. She tried to visualize him naked, and failed. What little hair he had on his chest was silvery gray. She couldn't picture his crotch at all. “Boy, would I like to get him into bed,” Mary Kay went on. “Wow!” “Mary Kay!” Jan said, flabbergasted. “Well, why not? He's a handsome, unattached male, old enough to know how to really please a woman,” Mary Kay pointed out. “And after a year of celibacy, I'll bet he's really hot to trot I'll bet he's super in bed.” Jan opened her mouth, then shut it again. She didn't know what to say. She did wonder how her father would be in bed. She thought of how long he had been without a woman, and felt a surge of sympathy. Mary Kay's nipples were stiff and hard suddenly. There was a speculative, scheming look in her eyes as she strolled along.

Her lush ass was rolling provocatively.

Thomas Benton

Daddy's Own Sweets

CHAPTER THREE

Watching the graceful scissoring of Sue Patterson's slender legs as she led the way through her house, Harry remembered the first time he had met her. Having seen her nude, it took no imagination at all to mentally strip her of the short terry cloth jacket she was wearing. His pulse still raced when he remembered the afternoon at the nudist camp. He was visiting Sue because of a combination of factors… the memory of her slender body, her small, pointy breasts, her thick black pubic bush. Then there was his own rekindled sexuality. Karen had released his bottled up urges, and he needed an outlet desperately. And Karen herself was one reason he was here with Sue Patterson. After getting him turned on and satisfying him that afternoon, Karen had been “unavailable.” When Sue Patterson had called, reminded him who she was, and invited him over for a swim and such (he had no doubt at all about what the “and such” was to be) he had accepted immediately, feeling he was also getting back at Karen.

Jan was another reason. His lithe, blonde daughter had suddenly, unaccountably, become a highly sexual creature. In the past week, half a dozen times or more, he had been forced to chastise her for appearing half nude. The sight of her fifteen-year-old, slender, graceful body sent his lust roaring. Sue was a safe outlet, and would protect Jan from him. “Here we are,” Sue announced, ushering him into the bright sunlight. “It isn't much, but it suffices when, for one reason or another, I can't get out to Paradise.” Harry gazed around the small, fenced back yard. A plastic and steel above-ground pool nestled in one corner. A few inexpensive lounge chairs were scattered around on the grass. A beach towel was spread near the pool.

A radio and a cooler were on the grass next to it. Sue Patterson demolished the image of the average suburban back yard by casually shedding her white terry cloth jacket. As Harry had expected, she wasn't wearing anything under it. His hands itched to touch her soft, sleek skin, to fondle her small breasts, probe into the thick bush of her pussy. His cock ballooned upward in his pants. “Now, let's find out if that tool of yours is as good as think it is,” Sue purred, moving over to him and beginning to strip him. Harry let his hands learn Sue's curves as she peeled his clothes off of him. Her skin was satin smooth. Her body was trimmer and harder than Karen's.

It was, Harry recalled with a pang, more like Sarah's body-before the cancer had robbed her of her health. He stroked his thumbs up from the base of Sue's breasts, feeling and seeing the yielding flesh mold inward and slide under his thumbs. He hit her nipples, bent them upward, pinched them against her body. They bounced back when his thumbs slipped past them. They were stiffer after his touch than before. “MMMmmm, yum!” Sue purred when she got to his prick. She dropped to her knees to help him step out of his pants. Her lips closed around his cock. She wet his staff with her saliva, bathed it with her tongue, and brought a hot, searing wave of lubricant rushing down it. Harry's hands curled around her graceful head ready to guide her blow job, but she stood up. Her lips met his, and he tasted his own secretions on? her breath as their tongues dueled. She pressed her slender, warm, athletic body against his. Her nipples scraped his chest. Her hands slid down his back and cupped his hard buttocks. She pulled him tight against her tummy. His cock was like a rolling pin between their bodies. Harry repaid her compliment by gripping her tail. He was surprised at the yielding softness of her small ass. He kneaded her economical buttocks, liking the fleshy rubberiness of them. He felt her humping her pelvis in response, grinding her hairy pussy against him. By turning slightly from side to side, she rolled and twisted his cock between them. The kiss ended, but not the ass-clutching embrace. Harry leaned back, and Sue leaned back. Her dark eyes were hot with passion as they pressed their hips together.

“Is there a Mr. Patterson?” Harry asked abruptly. “Of course,” she answered. “He was at Paradisio the other day. But,” she sighed, “he is in sales. He's on the road right now.” “And that's why I'm here,” Harry concluded. “No. You'd be here even if Jerry was here,” Sue countered. “In fact, he suggested I call you. Poor Jerry.

He's in Fresno. He won't be getting any tail today.” “An open marriage?” “Wide open,” Sue agreed. She bumped her pelvis against him. “Are we going to talk all afternoon?” she demanded. “No.”

Harry swept one arm down her knees and curled the other around her back and lifted her in the air without warning. “Ooooh, wow!” Sue yelped delightedly as he carried her to the towel and eased her down onto it. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. She stretched her lithe body sensuously. Her stomach was flat, almost concave. The thrust of her mons was prominent and inviting. Her legs were opened in a wide vee. “Any-time-you're-ready,” she hissed. Harry was ready. But, for the moment, he had other ideas. He had a sadistic impulse to torment her. Sitting beside her on the towel, he stroked one finger up the inside of one graceful thigh, then down the other.

Sue writhed, and bared her teeth. Placing his hand high on her thigh, Harry squeezed the soft flesh. He was so close to her pussy that her thick black curls brushed the back of his hand. He squeezed and kneaded her thigh, watching her stomach muscles quiver in response to the stimulation. Removing his hand from her leg, he transferred his attention to her nipples. They were dark, sharp, and had a fullness and texture that indicated she had mined a child at some time. He pinched the left one between thumb and forefinger, tugged, and watched her breast pull upward into a perfect cone. Then the rubbery tit snapped free. Sue writhed. “You are a devil,” she hissed at him happily. Sweat was shining on her forehead and cheeks, and her lips were gleaming. Harry said nothing. He continued tormenting her tits, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting it, watching it stretch out as he pulled on it. He saw her ribs heave as her breathing became more ragged. Her stomach convulsed, knotted and unknotted as he tortured her breasts. Her arms were still raised over her head. Her elbows were bent slightly. Her fingers were curled like claws. She was not helpless, not tied down. But she was obviously determined to let him do with her as he wished. The pulse visible in her throat beat very quickly. She was so slender, he could see her heart throbbing just below her breast bone. Leaving her boobs, Harry placed his hand on that throbbing point, feeling the hotness of her body and the pounding of her heart. It felt like a small, frightened animal was trapped under his palm. He stroked his hand down to her flat stomach, over her navel. He pressed on her gut and felt her body yielding. He kept on pressing until there was a flicker of pain and fear in her eyes. But again, there was no attempt to stop him. It was as if she were enjoying her total submission to him. Her body looked very pale and vulnerable as the merciless sun glared down on it. He poked a finger into her navel. Her gut sucked inward in response. He bored his finger into her belly button, driving deep into her stomach. Her mouth opened in a circle of lust, which urged him to probe still deeper and harder. Then there was again a flicker of pain in her eyes. Not poking any harder, he wiggled his finger in the socket, and saw hot lust flare in her eyes. “Gawd!” she groaned, writhing feebly on the colorful towel.

The sun gleamed on her sweaty flesh. Her fingers were closing and opening spasmodically. Harry backed his finger out of her navel and slid his hand down her flat belly. He combed his fingers into her thick bush, feeling the hard arch of her pubic bone. Then he felt the humid, hairy softness of her labia and a slick sliver of her inner petals where they pouted hungrily. Cupping his hand to the curve of her crotch, he drove his finger deep into her hot, slippery vagina.

Her hips surged and writhed, searching for more. She was soaking, slippery, and wet, ready for him to take her. He finger-fucked her and studied the play of lust over her face, the ripples and muscular contractions of her belly, the heaving of her ribs. Curling all his fingers but the one he had in her twat, he continued finger-fucking her. The only contact between them was the finger he had in her slick hole. She spread her legs wide and bent her knees, jack-in.', her thighs so wide the tendons stood out. “Take me,” she whispered.

“God, don't torment me any longer. I need your cock, not your finger, you bastard!” Harry was pleased with her reaction, with the power he had over her. Drawing his drenched finger out of her vagina, he slid it up her crack to her clit. It was easy to find on her-a prominent, erect protrusion that he could roll with the tip of his finger. Sue was instantly reduced to helpless gargling. He rolled and battered her nerve-loaded clit until she was thrashing on the ground, her entire body twisting and jerking, frantically seeking a cock to pin it down and still its convulsions. He stopped toying with her with shocking abruptness. She opened lust-hazed eyes and stared at him, pleading, wondering. For a long moment he kept her in doubt as to his intentions. “Please?” she finally asked plaintively. “Please, give it to me? I'm hanging by a thread!” Harry moved in between her slender legs. On his knees, he leaned forward on one hand and aimed his cock into her thick bush with the other. Carefully, he worked the throbbing, purple knob of his phallus into her steaming grotto. Her thick hair scratched the tender flesh of his penis until he had the head of it set in the hot, sticky embrace of her vagina.

As much to torment her as to ease his entry, he combed the thick kinks of her black hair aside, feeling a few recalcitrant strands tug free from between his glans and her gripping folds. Spreading her hair and labia, he could see his prick nestled in the entrance to her cunt.

Gripping his staff, he wiggled it gently in her socket, as if making sure it was properly set. “Oh, God! Don't keep me hanging like this!” Sue moaned harshly. “Give it to me, goddammit!” Harry was more than ready, and Sue was more than ready. He gave it to her with one relentless thrust, not fast, not slow, just steady. He drove his aching phallus straight up into her hot, clinging guts. He filled her with his bulk, crammed the full, powerful length of his cock into her with one determined drive until he felt the tip of his organ jam against the end of her tunnel. “Aaawwww!” The long cry of pleasure came from the depths of Sue's soul. Her mouth gaped open as if she expected his organ to emerge there. She lay with her arms stretched straight out as if she had been crucified. Harry drew his phallus out of her until it almost slipped free, then crammed it back into her belly again. The walls of her vagina, hot, wet, creamy with her juices, slid past the nerve endings of his cock like liquid fire. His stomach muscles knotted. Finally, he lowered himself, let his full 155 pounds come down on the slender woman under him. He curled his hands up under her shoulders and clutched her as if he had to steady her. He began fucking her with just his hips, drawing his prick out, then ramming it back in. His pubic arch grated against hers. Their pubic hair cushioned what would otherwise have been painful impacts between their mangled flesh. He knew that every thrust was pulverizing her clitoris between the millstones of their pelvic bones. Harry's ecstasy was concentrated in his phallus. That towering organ was ablaze from the friction of her cunt. Tongues of flame were darting into his groin as his sperm was readied. It was like building a fire by rubbing two sticks together. He was smouldering, and a few more carefully timed strokes would bring him to the flash point, make his body erupt, fountain his fluids into his willing partner. Either she was corning, or she was being wracked by some terrible seizure. Under his crushing weight, her slight body was knotting and heaving as if trying to lift them both off the ground. She was wailing, and her head was rolling from side to side on the towel as she convulsed. Harry didn't stop while she came, but continued to hump into her, quicker and harder, sharper, until at last he felt the crest and knew nothing could hold back his coming any longer. He let it burst over him, felt his balls knot, his prostate clench, and his cock convulse as he poured his semen into her in a series of quick, determined, jolting blasts. Hauling down on her shoulders, driving up with his hips, he did his best to drive the head of his cock completely through her. His ass, his thighs, his calves, his feet-all cramped in an effort to add their bit to his titanic orgasm. His belly muscles clenched, forcing his cock still farther into her. He could feel her vagina spasming, and it made his cock keep pumping and convulsing. In a self-reinforcing reflex action, his convulsing cock made her vagina spasm, and her spasming vagina made his cock convulse. It went on and on until there was nothing left but the ache of total exhaustion. His firing chambers clenched one last time and held for a long, agonizing, ecstasy-jammed moment before his pleasure died and the blood burst free of the barriers and poured out of his cock and back into his limp body. Sue was the first to break the panting silence. She was stroking his back with her fingernails, making him break out in goose bumps. “Karen always has superb taste in men,” Sue sighed. Harry's brain stirred slowly to life. “What's with you and Karen, anyway?” he asked. “Just a little friendly rivalry is all,” Sue answered. “It's a game we play-I take her men.” “She's been avoiding me.” Sue stroked his shoulder, tracing the curve of the bone. “Of course, silly. It's my turn now.” “You mean…” “I mean, she's done with you. Her game is to bring strangers to Paradisio and introduce them to the joys of outdoor, public sex. She breaks 'em in, and then I take over.”

Harry felt a flare of anger at being used, then wondered if he really had anything to complain about The hell with it, he decided.

“I could use a swim and a drink,” he said, rolling off her.

“Beer okay?” she asked. “Fine.” “In the cooler.” They stood in the pool and sipped their beers while they cooled off. The water was up to Harry's chest and Sue's collar bone. “You have a daughter, don't you?” Sue asked. “You should take her to Paradisio.”

Harry bit back a sharp reply. “Jan's only fifteen,” he answered, hoping he didn't sound too square. “Must be difficult, trying to raise her without a wife,” Sue noted sympathetically. “We're doing all right,” Harry responded defensively. “Do you have any children?” “Two,” she answered between swallows of beer. “Tom is sixteen, and Judy is fifteen.” “You look young to have a son that old,” Harry noted. “Harry, you say the sweetest things,” Sue purred, flipping the empty can out onto the lawn. “Cooled off enough?”

“Yeah.” He followed her out of the pool. With his initial passion taken care of, Harry wasn't in any hurry. Lying beside Sue Patterson, he was content to soak up the sun and lazily explore her slender body. She seemed as languid as he was. She was gently squeezing his drained prick. He had half an erection and a pleasant, anticipatory feeling deep in his groin. He was lying on his side, studying the way her nipples reacted to being pinched, when the door of the house crashed open. He was jolted by the sound and rocked to the core when he looked up and saw a pretty,; young girl walking straight toward them. Slender as a; reed, her hair the same dramatic blue-black shade, the girl was a miniature edition of Sue Patterson.

For a moment, Harry debated making a break for his clothes in the hope of concealing from the young girl what had been going on. Then he realized it was already too late. Sue seemed totally unconcerned.

She didn't even release his cock, although it had lost every vestige of rigidity. She thumbed the rubbery, sensitive glans casually.

“Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Darling. Judy, this is Mr. Chambers. Harry, this is my daughter, Judy.” Harry wondered momentarily about the protocol of a meeting such as this. Should he get up? Sue still had hold of his cock, so he decided against it. “Hi,” the girl greeted him. She was extremely pretty. Her dark hair came low on her forehead in thick, luxuriant bangs. Her eyes, as dark as her mother's, were casually taking inventory of him. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and white shorts, so that her deep tan looked even darker. She appeared to be, as yet, straight as a stick, with no appreciable bust or waist. “Hi,” Harry responded, trying to sound as casual as she did. From the way she accepted the situation, it apparently wasn't all that unusual for her to find her mother and a strange man naked in the back yard. His cock was getting hard again.

“Going to take a swim?” Sue asked, still fondling Harry's prick.

“Oh, I don't know,” Judy sighed. “When's Dad going to be home?”

“Not for another week yet, at least. What's the matter?” For the first time, Judy seemed hesitant. “Oh, uh, you know…” she said vaguely. “Like that, huh?” Sue said. “Mr. Chambers has a daughter. I'm sure he understands.” Judy looked at him, and Harry felt his heartbeat quicken. Something about the way the girl was looking at him was extremely erotic and arousing. “Are you Jan's father?” Judy asked. Harry nodded. “You know her?” “She's a class ahead of me in school,” Judy answered. “Gee, she's pretty. You must love her a lot. She's got a real nice body.” Harry was fighting to maintain his cool. “Thank you, but I don't think I can take much credit for it,” he responded dryly. “What do you do when she gets horny?” Judy asked. Harry bunked. “Horny?” He knew what the word meant, but he wasn't sure Judy did. “When she needs a man?” she explained, as if it were the most logical question in the world. Harry looked to Sue for guidance, but found no help there.

He looked back at Judy. His eyes swept up her slender, gawky legs, her skinny, yet developing body. “She's a bit young for that to be a problem yet, he answered. “She's a year older than me…”

“Than I,” Sue corrected automatically. “Than I. And I get awfully horny sometimes.” Harry tried not to come apart at the seams. He had the feeling he had blundered into some preposterous dream world. Judy, age fifteen, had shaken him to the core with her casual talk of horniness. “Uh, Jan and I have never discussed it.” “You haven't? Gee, that's amazing!” Sue finally joined the conversation. “Judy and my husband have a very open relationship,” she explained. “We all go out to Paradisio together. We're a close family.” Harry mulled this over, and decided it could be taken only one way. He was jolted by the incestuous relationships that evidently existed in the Patterson family. And, for some reason, it aroused him far more than it shocked him. “Aren't any of your friends available? Or what about Tom?” Sue asked her daughter.

Judy fidgeted restlessly. “Naw, they're all off somewhere. Could we go out to Paradisio?” Sue shook her head. “I'm afraid not. Not today, Honey.” “Aw, gee,” Judy sighed, and toed the grass morosely. “I guess I'll have to do myself. That never works for very long though.” Sue darted a mischievous glance at Harry, then looked back at her daughter. “Harry and I have had our fun for the afternoon. Maybe he would be willing to take care of that itch of yours, though.” Harry felt suddenly cold, then hot. “Now wait…”

“Would you, Mr. Chambers?” Judy asked brightly. “Gee, that would be absolutely super!” “I didn't say…” Harry began. Sue squeezed his prick, stopping him in mid-sentence. “I'm sure if you caught his interest properly,” she said to Judy, “that he would be more than willing to take care of you. I'm going to watch, though. You know the rule when you have a new man.” “I know, it's for my own good. You want to make sure they aren't going to hurt me,” Judy noted with a sigh of resignation. Harry had the feeling she didn't mind being watched, but resented the way the rule curtailed her independence. “Believe me, Harry, you won't regret it,” Sue told him. “But she's so young,” Harry protested. “And wise far beyond her years,” Sue argued. “The way all girls are these days. Look at her, Harry.” Instinctively, Harry knew that if he did look at the teenager standing over him, all would be lost. He looked. She began unbuttoning her blouse, began exposing her chest. As the material opened, Harry saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she stripped the blouse clear back and off, he was surprised to see that she did have something she could have put in bra cups. She had two gently molded mounds, each with a dark, erect nipple. Her torso tapered faintly to the waistband of her shorts. Harry's lust was seething at the sight of her slight, immature breasts. When she unbuttoned the waist of her shorts and ran the zipper down, his eyes flicked to the vee of exposed skin. No panties. The tight crotch of the shorts must have added to her horniness. The harsh white denim must have rubbed her crotch every step she took. Where the zipper ended, Harry got a tantalizing glimpse of a few black hairs. Judy pushed the shorts down over her boyish hips, dropped them down her long, slender legs. She was evenly tanned from head to foot. She was the image of her mother, except that she hadn't filled out yet. In fact, she looked almost like a boy. Yet, her developing breasts and her pubic region were definitely female. Her pubis was almost bare of hair. The few jet black strands were straight, rather than curly, and clung to her flesh closely. As a result, her labia were prominent, and looked almost hungry. “She's young, and hot,” Sue whispered softly, “and tight. She's done it all before. All you have to remember is to be gentle because she's small still.” Harry's cock was quivering at the sight of the naked teenager. His guts knotted as he studied her. His eyes swept over her sleek young body, her tanned skin, her demanding pussy, her small but anxious tits. Her perfect face was a study in lust as she licked her lips with the tip of her dainty tongue. Her eyes were fastened on his erect phallus, on her mother's hand still holding it. Gracefully, Judy dropped to her knees beside him. She had her slender thighs pressed tight together so that her pussy was almost hidden from him. He found the pose more erotic than her earlier wanton exposure. She sat up very straight and placed one graceful, warm hand on his hairy thigh. With her other hand, she took his wrist and placed his big, strong palm on one of her small breasts. Automatically, he curled his fingers to the gently rounded contour and felt her nipple, a pebble, against his palm.

Then, she slid her hand up his thigh and eased her mother's hand away from his cock. Her fingers were strong and sure as they curled around his huge, blood-engorged phallus. She pumped her hand up and down on his cock, milking a stinging flow from its tip as she slid the skin up the steel-hard core. “He's bigger than Daddy,” she observed softly. “You should know by now that size isn't everything,” Sue chided her daughter. “Oh, I know it. But it's going to feel so good inside me. I like to think about it before I put it in me. It's so pretty, too.” Startled, Harry looked down at his prick. Her tanned hand was dwarfed by the pale bulk of his organ.

A thick glob of lubricant gleamed in the slit at the tip, quivered slightly in the bright sunlight. His glans looked the size of a doorknob compared to the girl's small fingers. She pumped his phallus, making the skin flow along in front of her gripping fist. Then, easing his hand off her breast, she leaned over and took the knob of his cock into her mouth. Her lips caressed his prick, settled neatly into the groove behind the glans. Her tongue felt like soft, pliable ice as it bathed the nerve-packed head of his organ. The sight of her oral embrace, along with the incredibly sensuous feel of her mouth and tongue, brought a hot sticky flood from his glands. He felt her suck his thick lubricant from his prick before she lifted her head off his organ. As she pulled away, she kept her lips pursed around the rubbery purple-pink cap. Harry's balls knotted and shuddered, on the brink of an orgasm from the searing stimulation. Then he forced back the threatened coming, even though the pool of semen in his groin was larger than ever. Plunging his cock into Judy was no longer unthinkable; rather, it was unavoidable. She maintained control of him by straddling his strong thighs and resting her firm, muscular bottom on his legs. She fondled his prick and balls, studied them frankly. Harry was holding his head up awkwardly so he could see. Then Sue moved around and pillowed his head on one smooth thigh. The sight of Judy behind his cock was almost enough to frighten Harry. His prick looked like a giant's in comparison to her slender, young body.

Tipped upright in her small fingers, it seemed to reach better than halfway to her navel, though that had to be a trick of perspective. It looked broad enough to split her wide open. Then she raised herself on her knees and positioned her crotch over his column. Her pouting, hair-streaked labia were an inch from the head of his organ.

He could see a flash of pink in the heart of her crotch, could see her lust-distended inner lips. Her teeth clenched, her lips skinned back over them, she eased herself down on his phallus. He saw the head of his cock touch her as he felt her hot flesh against him. He was sure that if she tried to take the full bulk of his cock into her she would be ruined for life. Seeing the problem, Sue spit on her hand and reached down between Harry and her daughter and smeared his cock with saliva. She kept on doing it until the full length of his shaft was shining and slick with spit. Then, holding his prick steady with her fingers, Judy eased herself down on him. Her face, shining with sweat, was strained with lust and concentration as she eased his cock up into her tight hole. Harry thought of ritual suicide as she spitted herself on his titanic organ. Her labia were wedged open by his bulk. A gleaming pink gap showed, as did the hood of her clitoris and that pearly button itself. She worked her way down onto him in a series of measured jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his organ disappearing into her barely pubescent twat. A fraction of an inch at a time, he felt her tight vaginal walls engulf his prick, rub his nerve endings into flame. “Aw,” Judy grunted.

It was a short, sharp snort of pleasure. “Big!” “Take your time, Baby,” Sue advised her daughter. “Aw, it's so good,” Judy whimpered. “I want to hurry. But I can't.” Harry had the urge to push upward with his hips, to vigorously thrust his prick up into the young girl. Desperately, he restrained himself, afraid if he did do it, he would ruin everything. The struggle to keep from goring her with his tool increased the intensity of his bottled-up lust.

Half his organ was inside her now. He was amazed she had gotten that far. But she kept on coming down on him, in a series of short, jerky drops that jammed a little more prick into her each time. The distance between her crotch and his pubic bush was decreasing slowly.

Just as his thick curls touched her, he felt the head of his cock nuzzle the end of her vagina, and he knew she was going to have to stop. She froze and licked her dry lips. “Can you get it all, Baby?” Sue asked. Biting her lower lip, Judy nodded tensely.

“In a moment. He's against the end now. He'll have to stretch me.

“Be careful,” Sue cautioned. “Got to have it all,” Judy moaned. “Oh, I'm so full! It feels like I have a baseball bat in my guts.” Harry felt like he was wrapped in flames. His whole body was seething with excitement. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. The vagina around his cock was incredibly, unbelievably tight and clinging. The feel of the tip of his cock pressing the end of her vagina sent delightful, unfamiliar messages of pleasure back to his brain. The sight of the slim teenager taking the last fraction of an inch of his cock into her was almost more than he could stand. His hands were resting on her smooth thighs. He resisted the urge to push down on them. Judy leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her head hanging, her eyes squinted with concentration, she let herself slowly down on his penis, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his organ into her body. He felt the grip of the end of her vagina on his glans increase as her tissues stretched. As her crotch settled firmly against his, she gave one last delicate wriggle of her hips and seated his cock firmly and completely in her guts. Then she lowered herself and stretched out on him, hugging him with her arms, gripping him with her knees and thighs as if she were riding a horse. She was as light as a feather. When he wrapped his arms around her, his hands met under her arms, completely encircling her, she was so slender. She began to fuck herself on his monster phallus, moving very slowly and gently on him, sliding her body against his.

Her nipples ground and twisted against his hard chest as she moved up and down, up and down. His cock was barely moving in her vagina since she was moving only an inch or so each way. It was just as well. If he had made his usual gross fucking strokes in that tight sheath, he would have come immediately. He could feel her clit, pinched between his pubic arch and hers, being ground and twisted between their hard bones. He could feel his harsh pubic bush clawing at her tender skin, scrubbing her raw. “Oh, Mama,” Judy whimpered. “Oh, it's so big, and so good. Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mamamama!” Judy tensed and pushed down as hard as she possibly could. He felt her vagina clenching and clenching and clenching around his phallus as she came.

“Ooooohh,” she sighed deeply, contentedly, as her coming faded away. “Happy, Honey?” Sue asked her daughter. Sue was still pillowing Harry's head on her warm thigh. “Oh, Mommy,” Judy sighed. “He hasn't come yet, Mommy.” “That's hardly fair to him,”

Sue pointed out. “I know it,” Judy acknowledged. “Oh, he is so big I can't believe it.” ' Harry had the feeling he was being slowly sawn in half, straight upwards from his groin. He had never experienced such incredible sexual stimulation without orgasming. He tried to fuck the girl, but the way she was on him, she just moved along with him, and his cock in her vagina remained stationary.

“Watch, Mommy,” Judy whimpered, lifting up off him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to fuck herself on his phallus, lifting and dropping her boyish pelvis. Harry watched his prick emerge, then disappear into her again, amazed that he wasn't bloodied from tearing her insides to shreds. The friction between his prick and her vaginal walls sent him soaring upward abruptly. He moved his hips in response to her moves, then gripped her small waist and guided her.

Her pelvis began rocking and twisting as he pounded his cock up into her slender body. She was whimpering in time with the jolting blows of his hips against her. Her small breasts twitched, at each impact of her body against his. The head of his cock slammed against the end of her vagina with every stroke. “Again-again-again-I'm coming-again,” Judy moaned. “Oh, Mommy, I'm coming again. Awwww!” As she wailed, Harry felt her vagina spasming around his cock. The first thick blast of his semen erupted explosively from his phallus and burst against the end of her tunnel. He heaved his hips up until he had her balanced on him. His phallus bored deep into her fountaining pussy, he unloaded his sperm into her. His toes curled and his buttocks clenched as he spasmed thick goo into her. She sat on top of him as if she had been turned to stone. The hot blush of an orgasm showed through her tan as she balanced on his cock. His balls squeezed dry and gave one last aching clench before sagging into drained limpness. His hips sank back to the towel and Judy slumped down on top of him again. They lay in a heap in the sun as his penis slowly lost its bulk and strength and shrank inside her. Her vagina contracted in a series of pulsations as he decreased in size and stopped stretching her so brutally. “Oohhh, thank you, Mr.

Chambers,” Judy sighed. “Thank you so much.” “My pleasure,” Harry replied truthfully. What the hell should you say after screwing a fifteen-year-old girl while her mother cheered you on? Judy was months younger than Jan. As Harry thought of Jan, he felt a shiver go through his penis. That's all it took-just the thought of her in that tiny bikini she had worn to the beach. He was still thinking of Jan an hour later as he drove home. If Judy Patterson, at her age, knew what she did, what did Jan, who was older, know? He thought, too, of the incredible loving closeness of the Patterson family, the unbelievable sharing. It contrasted dramatically with Jan and himself.

Since Sarah had died, and even before that, they had just shared a house. He had no idea what Jan knew, or what she did on her dates, or anything. It was, he thought, something that had better change, before Jan came to some sort of grief. She was all he had left. He wasn't about to go as far as the Pattersons did, of course. But, at least he could talk with Jan and do things with her. Maybe a trip to the beach would be fun…

Thomas Benton

Daddy's Own Sweets

CHAPTER FOUR

Jan knew they were watching again. She could feel their eyes on her as she moved around her small bedroom. She wondered just how much they could see across the fifty or sixty feet separating her bedroom from Danny's. There were three of them, and they had only one pair of binoculars among them. It shuttled back and forth below the not quite drawn Venetian blind, pausing at each side and the middle.

She didn't think they had ever seen very much of her. Just enough to get their young penises jerking and throbbing and their minds working. And, perhaps, their hands on their little pricks, too. She wondered if the sight of her moving around in her bra and panties had been enough to get them to jack off. The first time they had spied on her, to her knowledge, had been about a month ago. It had been hot. Safely behind her closed door, she had been puttering around in just her underwear. If she had known anyone was home across the way, she would have had her shade down. Her first warning that someone was spying on her was a chance reflection off one lens of the binoculars. There had only been one of them then. Danny Foster. The next time, a week later, his friends had been there, too. She hadn't minded them seeing her in her underwear. If they got their jollies that way, so what? But she hadn't let them see any more than that. But things had chanced since then. Mary Kay had warned her that, having had intercourse once, she wasn't going to settle for just petting. But it was worse than that. Now that she knew how to scratch that damned intolerable itch way down in her guts, she wanted to do it all the time. And, the fact that three horny boys were watching her, each with a hard cock between his legs, was hard to ignore. So, today she was going to give them a show they hadn't bargained on. And, if they had the guts, she was going to give them something they would never forget. She was still fully dressed. Her heart beating very quickly, her chest aching, she picked up the hand lettered sign she had made. She moved over to the window and held the sign so that they could see it. She saw the binoculars at the center of the window.

They stayed there for a long time, then dropped sharply. She started to lower the sign, but the glasses reappeared to one side, so she raised it again. One of the other boys was checking out the report.

She braced the sign on the window sill so it wouldn't shake. The glasses disappeared again, and the waited for a long, aching minute.

Then the blind shuttered open, then closed again, and she quickly slipped the sign into the bottom of her underwear drawer. Two minutes later she was opening the back door and letting the three of them into the kitchen. She recognized the two boys with Danny, though she didn't know their names. One of them had bushy red hair, the other's was straight and blond, even lighter than hers. Danny had shaggy brown hair. All of them were dressed in blue jeans and tee shirts. “How'd you know we were watching?” Danny asked suspiciously. “The binoculars caught the sun one day. I've known for weeks.” “See, I told you we shoulda stayed farther back,” the redhead grumbled. “How come you didn't do anything until today?”

Danny asked. “Girls like being watched,” she informed him.

“What's the treat you promised us?” the blond boy asked nervously. “Come on in the living room,” Jan answered, leading the way. “You wanted to see? Well, you'll see, you'll see.” “See what?” Danny asked cautiously as they filed into the living room behind her. The curtains were all drawn, the way they had been ever since her mother had died. “That is, unless you're chicken!” Jan taunted. Her statement was greeted by a chorus of violent denials.

She thought of extracting a vow of silence from them, but rejected the idea as impractical. In one afternoon, she was going to kiss her good reputation good-by. But then, why have a reputation for what she no longer was? “Sit down over there,” she ordered, indicating the couch. She was aching with excitement as she turned her back on them and strolled over to the opposite side of the small living room. She wondered what her father would do if he found out about this. She didn't care. If he wanted to hide in a closet for the rest of his life, that was his business. But she had a lot of life ahead of her, and her mother's death wasn't going to make her hide in a hole. Turning to face the three boys, she shivered nervously and began unbuttoning her sleeveless blouse. She let it slide down her arms and off. She felt cool air on her bare midriff. Her nipples jabbed impatiently against the inside of her bra. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop around her feet. She was suddenly conscious of how brief and flimsy her underwear was. Probably it covered a greater amount of skin than her bikini did. But somehow, being made of flimsy lace, her bra and panties were much sexier and naked feeling than her suit was. The boys were all breathing very hard. She let her gaze skip over their laps. There was a knot in every pair of pants, all three of them. The way their eyes were glued to her gave her a feeling of power. Her heart was hammering. “When I get naked, will you guys get naked?” she asked. Danny nodded tensely.

The red-haired boy was slower to respond, but finally nodded affirmatively. Jan looked at the blond expectantly. “Yeah,” he whispered. He was pale and rigid with fear. Jan strolled over to the sofa and turned her back on Danny. “Unhook my bra,” she ordered.

She could feel them all studying the graceful sweep of her back, her tight buttocks, her long, lithe legs. Danny's fingers fumbled clumsily with the hooks of her bra. She kept one arm across her breasts to keep the garment in place when it came loose. She walked slowly away from them, feeling the unfastened ends of the bra swinging and slapping her bare back. She was conscious of how her ass cheeks flexed with each tense step. Her back toward the watching boys, she looked over her shoulder at them. She stripped her bra off and let it drop. She cupped her hands over the gentle mounds of her breasts and turned to face Danny and his friends. All three of them were sweating noticeably. They licked their lips, tried to penetrate her shielding hands with their hot eyes. Turning sideways to them, Jan walked the length of the room. Her hands were still covering her breasts. She turned and walked back the other way, slowly, feeling them study the long sweep of her bare flanks as she moved. She realized that it wasn't just getting a view of the forbidden areas that was erotic. It was the unbroken sweep of bare skin from the top of her panties upward that excited them, too. Usually they saw that sweep of skin, if they saw it at all, broken by the strap of a bathing suit top. The same was true of her back. Her nipples were hard little knots against her palms when she turned again to face them. Again, there was an unbroken expanse of skin, from her panties up through the valley between her breasts. She stood very straight and tall, one foot slightly ahead of the other. She began to squeeze and massage her breasts. “Take off your shirts,” she said softly. Danny practically ripped his off. The redhead was a bit slower. The blond boy's hands shook pitifully as he struggled to get out of his without losing sight of her. Jan circled her palms on her nipples, letting just the burning tits touch her. It made them stiffen and swell even more. She licked her dry lips and her breathing became a bit ragged. She felt a million years older than the three boys as she tormented them with her nearly naked body. And she realized suddenly, she could do the same thing to any man that she wanted to. Age had nothing to do with it.

Now she realized why her father had been so angry when she had come out of her room the other day with just her panties on. Her back arched, her chest out, Jan slid her hands down her bare torso, finally exposing her breasts to view. She slid her hands down to her waist and stopped with her fingers pointing down in the direction of her pussy.

She thought the blond was going to cry at the sight of her bare breasts, her stiff pink nipples, the smooth sweep of her naked flesh.

“Take off your pants,” she said softly. Danny lurched to his feet and ripped his belt and fly open. Shoving his jeans down, he kicked out of them impatiently. Then he sat back down. His prick was a pole in his underpants, and there was a damp spot at the end of it.

Again, the redhead was slower to respond. But in moments he, too, was down to his underpants. His cock was thrusting upward impatiently in his underpants. He sat back down and made a senseless try at concealing his erection by hunching over and putting his hands over it. The blond looked even closer to tears. He fumbled awkwardly with his belt, then failed to negotiate the button at the waist of his jeans. Jan went over to him and carefully unbuttoned his pants. When she ran the zipper down, she purposely brushed her fingers against his cock. When his jeans were open, his prick leaped out at her. It had escaped through the fly of his underpants! It was very pale, very smooth, and very pretty. It also looked to be the biggest of the three. As he stepped out of his jeans, the boy tugged at his underpants. It was a struggle, but he managed to get his cock back under cover before he sat down. The organ was folded upward against his belly and was so long it almost stuck out above the waistband.

After moving back away from them, her hands at her sides so they could see her bare breasts, Jan paused. Then, facing them, she slid one hand down on the outside of her panties, in the center, and pressed her pussy. She stroked her crotch slowly and lovingly, feeling the heat and humidity of her cunt through the lace of her panties. Her excitement was soaring. The sight of the blond boy's magnificent erection had made both her mouth and her pussy water hungrily.

Three of them. She was going to have three of them, one after the other. Just the thought made her vagina ache. Maybe she'd even have them more than once. Her panties got sticky under her fingertips. She pressed the lace into her hot, wet folds. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, she pushed them slowly down. She didn't need to look at herself to know the smooth expanse of belly skin below the dark oval of her navel was being gradually exposed. Slowly, she bared more and more. The boys had stopped breathing, and their eyes were the size of saucers. The first wisps of her fine golden pubic hair sprang free. The upper end of her slit came into view, and cool air touched it excitingly. Turning her side to her audience, Jan slid her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. Her panties dangling from one finger, she turned and stood with her feet apart, her back to the boys, and let them admire the tightness of her ass. She flexed her buttocks nervously. Then she let the panties fall and cupped her hands over her sex and turned back to face them.

She was naked, concealing her last secret from them with her hands.

She was all bare skin except for the little locket she never removed.

Unable to resist, she gently toyed with herself with one finger.

Hiding what she was doing with her other hand, she slipped one finger into her hot, slick, wet folds. “Get naked,” she whispered softly. “Let me see you, and then you can see me. Then we'll go to my bedroom, all four of us.” Danny lurched to his feet and heaved his underpants down. He twisted his steel-hard prick he was in such a hurry. Then he was bare, his cock thrusting upward with youthful vigor. His pubic patch was light brown. His balls were hauled up tight against his body. He was uncircumcised. The glans of his cock thrust out from the concealing sheath. The redhead had deep auburn pubic hair. His cock was leaner than Danny's, but slightly longer. The glans was lighter, and he had been circumcised. A thick, shining glob dangled from his prick, then touched and clung to one freckled thigh.

The blond was standing, clenching and unclenching his fists as he stood there. Jan uncovered her pussy and walked over to him. His shyness appealed to her more than Danny's eagerness and the redhead's clumsy haste. Lifting the waist of the blond's underpants out to clear his cock, she knelt and stripped his last garment down his legs, then held his underpants while he stepped out of them. Then she stood up and backed away. She faced them and let them study her, while she studied them. The blond did have the biggest cock. He also had no pubic hair at all. But his tall, pale cock was the longest and the biggest around and the most desirable of the three. The head was a delicate purplish pink, while the shaft was pale and had a faint tracery of spider-fine blood vessels under the almost transparent skin. It was ribbed with powerful, pulsing veins. His testicles, in a dark rosy scrotum, were tensed high up against his crotch. He was still opening and closing his hands nervously. All three of them were staring at her naked body, at her bare pussy. From the way they were staring at her, she was sure none of them had ever seen a girl naked before. Their blatant, horny admiration sent her lust soaring.

Spreading her feet, she pushed her hips forward and stroked her pussy with the fingers of both hands, playing with herself openly now. Then she turned her back on them. “Come on,” she ordered, starting for her bedroom. They collided in the doorway as she turned and stretched out on the bed. On her back, one leg raised, she looked at them. Reaching up, she grabbed the spare pillow, dragged it down and shoved it under her hips. It elevated her pussy, making it an even more inviting target. Danny held back. Then he came toward the bed, and Jan wondered if she wasn't a little crazy to be doing this.

But, it was too late to change her mind now. The boys were too keyed up, and so was she. The hunger blazing through her was making her hips shift and writhe on the pillow as Danny approached her. The redhead and the blond pushed in close as Danny settled between her spread thighs. He pushed at her, blindly. His cock hammered ineffectively off to one side of her cunt. Prying down between them, she moved the head of his prick on target. His cock slipped into her hole. Then he rammed it into her guts with a youthful, impatient thrust of his slender hips. Jan accepted his drive with a grunt of pleasure. She was jammed full with his penis. She clutched at his tight, white buttocks in an attempt to slow his swift, horny fucking, but it didn't do any good. He was too hot, too horny, and too young to ease up and give her pleasure a chance to build. With his two friends watching closely, Danny jetted his load of sperm into Jan's clenching cunt. His hips pumping, his cock jerking and twitching, he spurted his fluid deep into her body. In a minute he was done, drained, and his cock was shrivelling inside her. The redhead, impatient now that the ice had been broken, shoved Danny aside and took his place. Jan took his prick willingly, eagerly, anxious to have her twat stuffed again. She was hovering halfway to her peak. The prick drilled into her hole, and her pleasure soared. He humped against her, quickly and sharply. His long, skinny cock jabbed the end of her vagina. Her hips heaved as he slammed his penis into her. His eyes squeezed shut, his face twisted in a frown of concentration, he fucked her. Jan clutched his buttocks and squeezed the clenched globes, encouraging his quick, sharp jabs. She was close to coming, but had not yet reached her peak when she felt the youth squirting into her tight vagina. He pushed hard against her, and she felt his ass cheeks clenching in time with the jetting of his cock.

She dragged him tight against her and pushed up with her hips in an attempt to get him even deeper in her guts and bring herself off. Her orgasm still evaded her, stayed out of reach. She felt his convulsions dying. The blond boy hovered while the redhead lay between Jan's gaping thighs. The prick in her pussy was shriveled to wormlike proportions, and she was hanging unsatisfied on the brink of her coming. She stared hungrily at the blond's erect, handsome cock and pushed the red-haired boy off her. Her cunt dribbled creamy semen as she freed herself from the second boy to have her and beckoned for the third. He held back. Finally, she took his wrist and bodily dragged him onto her. Tenderly, she guided his prick to her already drenched pussy and felt it slide deep into her body, deeper than either previous organ. When the blond boy's hairless crotch was rammed tight against her pussy, she let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and let her hips roll and twist and shift the way they wanted to. His hips began to move and he began to fuck her slowly. Jan lifted quickly toward her orgasm and was glad she had saved him for last. She began to come, and she felt his over-stimulated, under-serviced sex organs reach their explosion point and begin to unload into her belly.

Clinging to him, her vagina spasming ecstatically, she took the third gooey load of semen with a happy whimper of satisfaction. The coming went on a long, long time, until the boy's prick was jerking dryly and beginning to shrink. Then his slender body went limp. “My turn,”

Danny said, rudely hauling his friend off Jan. “No,” Jan protested, but it was too late. Danny jumped between her thighs, and his prick found its goal on the first thrust. He jammed his cock into her glutted cunt, and she soared back up as he heaved into her with quick, impatient jabs. He tore her tender flesh as he raped her with powerful, brutally hard ramming motions. Jan's breath was banged out of her by his thrusting cock. She came, and began to convulse as he unloaded a fourth packet of semen into her already flooded tunnel. She felt the thick fluid pressure back out, pool on her abused labia, and stream down her ass. Then he was done and off her, and the red-haired boy was in her again. For the fifth time in less than half an hour, she had a new cock in her fifteen-year-old snatch. She was coming and coming, even though her flesh was bruised by the impatient fucking she was getting. She was so totally drained all she could do was he there. But she was coming, God, she was coming. Still, or again, or something. There was nothing but her orgasm and a cock slamming into her hole over and over and over and over again. And then he was done and her favorite was back. His cock was stuffing her abused hole, and she was soaring along on a glittering orgasm. He did it slow and hard. He drew almost all the way out, and then crammed back in until he hit the end of her cunt. And she kept on coming, her vaginal walls spasming and spasming around the big cock sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. It was a long time before Jan realized that the fuck was over, that the cock in her was small and limp. She groaned and stirred. He rolled off her and his prick slipped free. It left a wet trail across her thigh as he flopped to his back.

Danny was on the floor beside the bed, his cheek resting on the mattress. The redhead was slumped weakly in her favorite bean-bag chair in the corner. Jan felt as if she were swimming in semen.

She had six full loads in her, and was afraid to sit up. As she, was, on her back, her hips still up on the pillow, gravity held the thick cream in her hole. But, if she moved, changed position, she knew it would come pouring out in a thick, messy gush. Finally, unable to think of any other solution, she pinched her labia shut with her fingers and ran awkwardly to the bathroom. A few minutes later, after douching quickly, she was back. Her blonde muff was combed and neat, and she felt clean, relaxed and satisfied. No one had moved except Danny. He was stretched out on the bed beside his friend. He grinned at Jan as she came back in the room. “All fucked out?”

Jan asked. “How are you at blow jobs?” Danny asked with a lazy, insolent smile. “Blow jobs?” Jan asked stupidly. “Take a penis in your mouth,” Danny explained. “I've never done it,” Jan admitted. She had seen Mary Kay do it, but had never done it herself.

Now she was ready to try it. Danny fondled his limp penis and it began to swell in his fingers. “Well, now's your chance.” Jan wasn't opposed to the idea, but had the feeling that since this was her show, she should keep control of the situation. “I don't think I want to,” she answered. Danny snickered. “Little Miss Horny Box is afraid to dirty her mouth with us.” “I am not,” she snapped. “You're chicken,” he taunted. “Yeah, you're chicken,” the red-haired boy echoed. “I am not,” Jan said sharply. She noticed the blond boy wasn't saying anything.

“Chicken!” Danny and the redhead said together. Stung, Jan moved to where Danny was sitting with his legs hanging over the side of the bed. His prick was fully erect, standing up in his lap like a little pole. His hairless belly was wrinkled from his hunched over position. Jan got to her knees in front of him. Gripping his penis carefully with her fingers, she stuck her tongue out and licked experimentally. It was crusty and salty-a mixture of semen and her own secretions. The taste wasn't unpleasant. She licked it clean and felt blood filling it even more tightly, making it larger and harder and more demanding. Then she engulfed the gristly rod with her lips and sucked on it, trying to draw his sperm the length of the tube that ran down its center. She pried her tongue into the slit, managed to wedge it open a fraction of an inch. The glans felt rubbery and soft, while the column felt hard and hot. Danny was leaning back on his arms, watching Jan luck his phallus. Her blonde hair brushed his tan thighs as her head bobbed up and down. The redhead came over and knelt beside Jan. His face was inches from hers as he watched her fellate Danny. Jan's belly was hard with excitement as she sucked on Danny's prick. Her nose was inches from his immature pubic bush. She found she liked the taste of Danny's penis. Her pussy twitched hungrily as she sucked on Danny's organ. Pressing her tongue against the underside, she moved her head up and down, up and down, in a fucking motion. She slid the rubbery glans clear to the back of her throat, then gagged, and had to pull back. The next time, it was easier to fight down the gag reflex, and she got more of his cock into her mouth. Pushing her head down, she worked her,; lips as if she were pulling in a strand of spaghetti, and? managed to get the tip of Danny's penis even farther down her throat. It corked her windpipe and she had to pull back in order to breathe. She slipped her hand up between Danny's thighs and found his testicles. Lifting them, she felt the ovoids shift restlessly in their thin, tissuelike container. She let his balls wobble back and forth across her fingers, then felt a gob of lubricant gush into her mouth. Pleased that it stimulated him, Jan continued playing with his nuts as she sucked on his penis.

“Jesus!” Danny grunted. “What's it feel like?” the redhead asked. “Unbelievable,” Danny answered. “Don't worry, you'll get your turn. Jesus! I think I'm gonna come, right in her mouth!”

Jan was too busy to answer, but he was right. He was going to come, right in her mouth, because that was what she wanted him to do.

She was eager to have him jet his sperm into her mouth, down her throat. She speeded the bobbing of her head. She scrubbed harder on the underside of his prick. Danny's hips were shifting and shoving, jabbing his prick into her mouth. His stomach muscles rippled as he neared his orgasm. Jan felt his balls draw up against his body.

She kept on stimulating them and began tickling the insides of his thighs, too. Jan's belly was convulsing and she felt her pussy streaming with excitement. She was nearing an orgasm of her own, but without anything in her cunt. She didn't think she was going to make it this time. But the knowledge that she had two more cocks to bring off reassured her that sooner or later, she would come as she sucked cock. Sucked cock-she was a cock-sucker, and suddenly her excitement grew. Just thinking about it increased her gut-knotting lust. She sucked on the cock between her lips and thought of the word and felt her lust soar. Danny's balls knotted and pulsed, and she felt the thundering vibration as his first shot of come ripped the length of his prick. A flood of hot, sticky fluid burst from the tip of his prick and spattered her throat, triggering her swallowing reflex. She gulped as shot after thick shot of hot semen burst into her mouth, coated her tongue. She was right at the brink of her own coming, but couldn't quite tumble over the edge and into the pool of total pleasure.. Her vagina squeezed vaguely, searching for something to fill it. Needing to breathe, she lifted her head up and felt a spurt of come hit the roof of her mouth and spill down over her tongue. She pulled her head away and watched the last of his jet-tings well up at the tip of his penis and run down the pale column. It felt hot on her fingers where they gripped his prick. She smeared his flesh with his come. She moved her fingers up his cock, milked the last of his semen out of his organ. It was like she was working the last bit of toothpaste to the end of an empty tube. There was a final thick oozing from the slit. She lapped it up eagerly. Danny flopped backwards on the bed, then lay there breathing deeply, his head on the blond boy's leg. The redhead came over and sat down on the bed. His cock was fully erect, just from watching. “Me next,” he ordered.

Still swallowing the last of Danny's come, Jan shifted her attention to the newcomer. In moments, she was drawing on his penis and feeling her cunt spasm and jerk as she fought to bring him off in her mouth. He began to whimper softly, and his hands gripped her head.

He pushed her face down on his penis, drew it up, then jammed it down again. His cock slammed against the back of her mouth. Hitching herself farther over his lap, Jan tipped her head so his cock could get farther down her throat. Her tight little tits jiggled and burned as she sucked, drawing lubricant from the boy's eager glans as his body readied itself for the final thrust. Jan's body was bathed in a fire of sexual ecstasy. As she sucked, her golden-hazed pussy convulsed emptily in an unending orgasm. The sun coming in the bedroom window was hot on her naked back and ass. She had no idea the sex act was usually confined to black rooms at night. She sucked the pale prick in her mouth as the bright afternoon sun flooded her daintily feminine bedroom. The red-haired boy's ass bounced on the bed as he fucked his prick up into her mouth. He was moving his hips in opposition to his hands, forcing her head down every time his cock came up. Her lips caressed his seething phallus. Her spit trickled down the pale column, chilled her gripping fingers, matted his already come-encrusted pubic hair. She dandled his testicles the way she had Danny's, and felt them tighten up against his crotch. She knew it was a prelude to his coming. She sucked harder, increased the pressure of her tongue, the speed of her head bobbing, and the depth of his penetration down her throat. She clenched her slender, naked thighs together, trying to squeeze an orgasm out of her cunt. The balls on her fingers jerked, and hot semen rushed into her mouth, down her working, swallowing throat to join the pool of come already in her belly. She took the load with eager gulps, her lips working and drawing on the jetting prick, stimulating it to spurt even more.

Too soon the penis in her mouth was shriveling, leaving a thick coating of come on her tongue and a hot load of sperm in her belly.

Her pussy was still convulsing hollowly. Jan licked the prick clean and let it slither out of her mouth. She lifted her head and wiped the saliva and come from her chin with the back of her hand. The blond boy was still lying on his back on the bed. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it slowly and carefully. His face was flushed.

Obviously, he had been watching her. She crept up onto the bed, her gaze riveted on his gorgeous, erect cock. Her mouth watered at the thought of drawing a load of semen from his beautiful tool. It was pink and white and throbbing and hot and hard. “You don't have to,” he told her. “But I want to,” Jan answered, crawling in between his smooth young legs. Her elbows digging into the bed on the outsides of his thighs, she gripped his prick in both hands and drew the head of it into her mouth. She sucked on his organ with a skill acquired on the two previous pricks. She did it slowly and carefully, rubbing the nerve patch on the underside with her tongue, sucking, drawing a load of blood to the bulbous glans. She worked her face down on his penis slowly, as if she were working it into her cunt. Down, then up, then down a little farther, then up again, then down still farther, she eased the large pale cock farther and farther into her eager, sucking mouth. He touched her head, but instead of forcing her down on his organ the way his friends had, he gently stroked her long blonde hair, brushing a few strands back from her eyes. Jan moved slightly so he could get a better view of his prick and her mouth. She stroked his smooth, hairless belly with her fingers, fondled his heavy testicles. Someone touched her ass, surprising her, distracting her from her cock-sucking. Danny and the redhead were poking between her buttocks, prying between her thighs, exploring her as she sucked a third boy's cock. Instead of disturbing her, it excited her to have them intimately examining her so-called private parts. Something touched her asshole, and unexpectedly a jolt of pleasure blistered through her. She jammed her head down on the cock in her mouth. As the poking and probing between her firm, rounded buttocks continued, she tried to concentrate on bringing the cock in her mouth to a spurting eruption. The testicles on her fingers moved slowly upward toward the boy's sweaty crotch, encouraging her to suck harder on his penis and pump her head faster. Someone poked a finger into her vagina from behind, from between her thighs. Someone else reached under her and fondled her tits. She was coming, a long, steady flaming orgasm that blazed through her entire body and made her vagina spasm around the finger probing it. The blond boy began to come, and she sucked and sucked and sucked on his penis as it jetted into her mouth. Instead of trying to ram the organ down her throat, she held just the knob of it between her lips, stroking it with her tongue, letting the hot cream pool in her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she let the come collect in her mouth until it threatened to spill out. Only then did she swallow the heavy load. She made sure its owner saw her do it. She cleaned his prick out, sucked hard on it, drew the last drops of semen out of his penis. It gave one last feeble quiver, then began to shrink and grow soft. She cleaned it carefully with her tongue before releasing it. Then, dislodging the hand in her cunt, she sat up. Her ass came down on Danny's head before he could get away. He had been peering up into her crotch as he explored it with his fingers. The redhead had been toying with her breasts as he watched her suck cock. Half an hour later Jan was showering, alone. As the sensuous streams of hot water poured down over her body she recalled the orgiastic afternoon. She had six loads in her cunt, and three in her belly. It had been quite an afternoon.

She wondered if her father had ever experienced anything like it.

Thomas Benton

Daddy's Own Sweets

CHAPTER FIVE

Harry opened the door. He was startled to see Mary Kay Anders standing on the front porch. Involuntarily, his eyes raked over her lush, round figure. She was wearing a bib halter and cut-off jeans, which were as tight as a second skin. “Hi, Mr. Chambers. Is Jan home?” Harry shook his head. Cripes, the girl was built like a brick shit house. “No, I'm sorry, she isn't.” “When is she likely to be back?” Mary Kay asked. “Could I come in and wait for her?”

“Come on in,” Harry said reluctantly. “I was watching a ball game on television.” “Don't let me disturb you.” The way her full breasts shifted and joggled under the thin material was hard to ignore. It was one of those strange rigs that tied behind the neck, and the back. It constantly threatened to let her boobs pop out. They shifted around inside it provocatively. The roll of her full ass in the tight jeans would have aroused a eunuch. Harry stumbled over to his chair and curled his fingers around his can of beer. He tried to drown in it, and drained it quickly. His mind was far from the ball game on the television. “I'll get you another,” Mary Kay told him. “Okay if I have one?” “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.” Harry tried to get his mind back on the ball game. He didn't mean to watch as Mary Kay bent over to look in the refrigerator, but he couldn't stop himself. Her well-rounded bottom was straining her jeans to the danger point. He was suddenly embarrassed about the state of the kitchen. The breakfast dishes were still on the table. When Mary Kay started back with two beers, he couldn't help watching as her breasts joggled invitingly under her loose top. When she bent over to hold his beer down on the coffee table and pop the top, he thought her breasts were going to fall right out. He could see her nipples, the soft material was molded so lightly to her lush, round mounds.

She took a long time, opening her own can of beer after she had opened his. Then she came around the table and sat down close to him on the couch. “Who's winning?” “L.A.,” he answered, hoping they still were. He hadn't really paid attention to the game since Mary Kay arrived. She used one hand to lift her heavy, dark hair from the back of her neck, then scratched the back of her head. The motion of her arm lifted and shifted one heavy boob in an incredible circular motion. When she brought her hand back down, she let it rest casually on his thigh. His cock swelled. He felt he should move her hand off him, but didn't. “Hot today,” she commented.

“Very,” he agreed. “Makes me wish I was naked. Do you like being naked?” “Uh…” “It's so cool being naked,” she went on. “I love the feel of nothing but air, all over my body. It's a very sexy feeling. Does Jan go around naked a lot?” She didn't wait for an answer. “My family goes around, naked a lot. I sleep naked, and when I get up in the morning, I just walk downstairs the way I am, and have breakfast that way. Some days I go around naked all day, from morning until night.” Harry was sweating as heavily as his can of beer.

His mind was full of images of Mary Kay nude, eating, walking, sitting. “I've got very big breasts,” Mary Kay continued. “But I don't need a bra at all. I'm glad-'cause that way I can get away with wearing almost nothing when I go out. Sometimes I wear just a thin dress, and nothing at all underneath it. I can feel the air go right through the cloth, touch me between my legs and everywhere. It's a neat, almost naked feeling, even while I'm in a crowd. I brush up against men and can feel how warm they are. I get really hot that way.” “Uh, I don't know when Jan'll be back,” Harry stammered.

“That's all right,” Mary Kay said easily. “I don't mind waiting.

Besides, she's a girl. What would it matter if she saw me naked?”

“Huh? I don't…” “I'm going to get naked, Mr. Chambers,”

Mary Kay announced. “You've seen naked girls before, and I don't mind you seeing me naked. It's too hot to have all these clothes on.”

Leaning forward, she set her beer on the table. Her back to him, she lifted her heavy hair and exposed the tie at the back of her neck.

“Would you untie me, please, Mr. Chambers?” she asked softly.

Harry leaned forward like he was in a trance, and undid the knot.

She held the halter against her breasts with one hand. “Do the one on my back, too, please,” she asked politely. Harry did. His heart was hammering and his cock was throbbing. The baseball game was completely forgotten. Mary Kay's back was very tan, very smooth, very soft, and very alluring. Sitting back, she casually removed the bib that concealed her breasts. Harry wheezed stupidly at the sight of her huge, perfect boobs-full, rounded, with large areolae, and pert, erect nipples. There were triangular pale patches from where her bathing suit had covered her. Mary Kay didn't stop. She unbuttoned the big brass button at the waist of her hacked-off jeans.

She ran the zipper down, and pale skin, then dark hair, came into view. Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her now loose pants, she lifted her hips and shoved her jeans down and off, completely exposing herself to him. She sat back, and propped her feet up on the coffee table. Her legs were graceful, curvy and full, yet not fat. Her thick black bush huddled between the tops of her thighs. Her belly was lushly rounded. Because of the way she was sitting, her breasts did sag a little-but not unattractively. After taking a drink of beer, Mary Kay set the cold can on her pubic bush. Harry watched as she eased her thighs apart and worked the can down between her legs, twisting and turning it, blatantly stimulating herself. It was an insane situation. There he was, fully clothed, sitting next to a naked eighteen-year-old girl while she masturbated herself with a beer can.

Still working the beer can against her hairy cunt, Mary Kay drew her knees up slowly and let her thighs open even farther. Her nipples were rock hard. “So-o hot!” Mary Kay purred. Still working the beer can against her pussy with one hand, she slid the other over into Harry's lap and squeezed the thrusting tower of his cock. Then she deftly unzipped his fly and exposed his bulb-capped penis. Her hand looked very small curled around his master prick. A few wisps of black pubic hair had escaped with his organ. She pumped her hand up and down on his phallus. A thick drop of lubricant spilled down over her fingers, making them slip sensuously along his hot flesh. She smeared his meat with the slippery fluid. The purple glans shone brightly with a high gloss. Setting her beer aside, she twisted and turned and straddled Harry. Her open cunt was directly over his cock. Her full breasts were inches from his face. He buried his head in the soft, delicately scented valley between her boobs. Turning his head, scraping her soft skin with his whiskers, he groped around for a moment, then located one of her nipples. As he sucked on it, he felt pubic hair around the head of his cock, then hot wet flesh. She sank down on his prick, and his meat was engulfed by her vagina. She settled down on him until the full length of his cock was in her body.

She moved, up and down, up and down. The friction of her hot vaginal walls brought his prick to the flash point in moments. She felt him coming and jammed down on him so he spurted his thick waves of come deep into her belly. She milked him with her vagina, but he knew, even as he jetted his sperm into her hole, that she had not come. She had brought him off with deft skill. And Mary Kay was part of the crowd Jan was running around with? Harry was suddenly terribly uncertain of his daughter s innocence. “Now it's my turn,” Mary Kay said, lifting off him. His cock drooped out of her pussy, dribbled thick fluid onto his pants. She lifted higher, and higher, and higher. Her torso passed slowly in front of his face, and then her pussy was right in front of him. Her thick black curls were matted and sticky from the quick screwing, and there was the heavy odor of sex-semen and female lubricant. “Eat me,” Mary Kay whispered, stroking Harry's head, combing her fingers through his silver hair. “Eat me,” she repeated, pulling his head forward. Harry's nose drove through her thick bush, his mouth found her soft, hairy labia. He pressed his tongue into her hot, steamy nest, licked the wet, slick folds of her flesh.

He bored into her hot tunnel. He worked his jaw in her soft, quivering pussy. “Stick your tongue in my vagina,” Mary Kay moaned. “See how far you can reach. Taste me! Taste my juices, and your come! Eat it all up!” Smothering in her humid folds, Harry tried his best to do as she asked. He found the act fiendishly exciting. He drove his tongue deep into the wet, salty-metallic folds of her vagina. His cheeks and nose blanketed by her hot, soft, moist pussy, he drilled his tongue into her cunt. Mary Kay was tangling and twisting strands of his hair around her fingers. Then she jammed him into her crotch and pressed her pussy down on his face. Harry managed to look up. She towered over him. Her monster breasts shook and shuddered as she writhed and twisted in the throes of her ecstasy. “Now my clit,” Mary Kay moaned. “Suck my clit!” ' Harry tipped his head back farther, yanked his tongue from the streaming depths of her vagina and ripped it up along her hot wet slit. He stroked it across her protuberant bud and she convulsed violently. Flattening his tongue against her nerve button, Harry stroked it hard. “Aawww,” Mary Kay growled. “Now suck it, suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!” Harry pursed his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing it away from her body and into his mouth. When the little bud was out of its shielding hood, he applied the suction she had pleaded for. Maintaining the vacuum, he battered the resilient little bump with his tongue.

Then Mary Kay's full weight came down on his face, jamming his head into the back of the couch. Her pelvis began to squirm and twist, making it hard for him to keep hold of her clitoris, but somehow he managed. He felt thick waves of fluid pouring out of her. They streamed down over his chin where it ground into the end of her vagina. His face sinewed with her fragrant secretions, he tried to suck her clit right off her. He was also tonguing it at the same time.

“Coming,” Mary Kay groaned, “Oh, Jesus, I'm coming. Aww! Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop! Eat my clit! Eat me all up! Aww! I love it! I love it! I love it!” Surprisingly, Harry loved it too.

His drained penis was swelling, reviving as he sucked on Mary Kay's pussy. He loved the taste of her and the taste of the semen his cock had left in her. Sliding his hands up her soft, rounded thighs, he sank his fingers into her cushiony buttocks and pulled her hard against his face. He lapped up her flood, then sucked the berry of her clitoris again. He found it was extraordinarily arousing to squeeze and massage the lush globes of her ass while still chewing on her pussy. He looked up past the generous roundness of her belly. Her jutting breasts were heaving and shivering as she panted ecstatically.

Her erect nipples brushed the wall behind the sofa as her torso jerked and quivered. A pink flush made her belly glow. As he watched, it spread, covered her generous breasts. He Felt the flow from her vagina double and redouble as she came. Her coming stimulated him to even greater efforts. After tormenting her clitoris for a few more searing seconds, he moved his face downward, found her vagina, and rammed his tongue deep into her fountaining tunnel. He felt her vaginal walls convulse around his invading tongue. He rolled his nose back and forth over her clit as he sucked on her vagina. He kept it up until at last her smothering folds became too much for him and he had to break away in order to breathe. Clutching her ass hard, he used the bruising, brutal grip to drag her crotch away from his face so he could suck in great gulps of air. She humped her hips reflexively as her orgasm faded. Then she folded at the waist. She wound up sitting on his legs, facing him. As he sat there, catching his breath, his head against the back of the sofa, Harry felt her sticky love-juice drying on his cheeks, nose, and chin-most of his face, in fact. Then Mary Kay leaned forward and began to lick his face clean.

Her breasts brushed his chest gently as she washed his face with her tongue. Then she kissed him. He started to berate himself for doing what he Had done, then realized he shouldn't blame himself. He hadn't undressed her, she had undressed herself. She had deliberately gotten him so aroused that what had happened was unavoidable.

“Why?” he asked vaguely. Mary Kay linked her hands behind his neck and leaned back. She sat up very straight and thrust her breasts out wantonly. “I've had my eye on you for a long time,” she answered. “You're a very handsome specimen, Mr. Chambers. Jan sort of indicated that you were-uh-available, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get to know you better.” “Jan,” Harry groaned.

“She'll be home soon.” “Jan won't be back for hours,” Mary Kay answered. “And we both know it.” Harry felt both concerned and relieved that that particular avenue of escape was cut off. “Is-is Jan all right?” he asked. “Jan's fine,” Mary Kay assured him. “I've been keeping an eye on her. I'll tell you one thing, though, Mr.

Chambers. You had better come out of that shell of yours and start paying a little more attention to her.” Harry was nonplussed to hear Mary Kay echo the very thought he had had so recently himself.

“That's a little vague,” he retorted. “Could you be a bit more specific?” “Do things with her. Talk with her. She's a good kid.

But she's young, and she needs direction. And she needs to know that you care about her.” Harry mulled this over. Absent-mindedly, he began stroking one of Mary Kay's soft flanks. His cock drooped limply out of the open fly of his trousers. “One of the best ways for her to learn about men is from you,” Mary Kay went on. “Maybe you could be a little less uptight about her seeing you naked, and vice versa.” “But she's only fifteen,” he replied. “Or maybe the trouble is that she is fifteen and getting sexy.” “She's already sexy. So are most girls her age.” “But…” “If Jan doesn't get some guidance sex-wise, she's going to get herself in a real mess some day. If she doesn't learn the right ways, she'll learn the wrong Ones, and wind up in trouble-preggers, or badly hurt, or shitty, or all three.” “You're not exactly pure,” Harry pointed out acidly.

“I'm careful, though. I'm careful who I choose and I make sure I can handle them. Now, let's have another beer, and get you out of those clothes so you can relax. Sitting naked, beside the well-rounded naked teen-ager, Harry had the feeling he had learned more about sex and nudity in the past few weeks than he had in his whole life up till then. He realized, suddenly, just how inhibited his life with Sarah had been. Sitting casually naked in the living room with Mary Kay, he felt comfortable, free, and sort of languidly sexy, rather than tensely horny. He wondered what would happen next. He was conscious of the soft warmth of Mary Kay's thigh against his.

Experimentally, he put his hand on her leg, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Instead of pushing his hand away, she let it rest there and reached over and casually began toying with his half-erect penis.

“Do you really go around your house naked all the time?” he asked curiously. “Yeah. I hate clothes.” “It sounds sexy,” Harry observed. Mary Kay shrugged. It made her full breasts do interesting things. “Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't.” “What do your parents think about it?” “Mom's been doing housework in the nude for as long as I can remember. She says it's easier to wash herself than clothes. She never paid much attention to dressing me when I was little unless it was cold. Dad sleeps in the nude, but isn't quite as casual during the day, except Sundays. The back yard is private and he often works in the garden, starkers.” “Doesn't he-uh-get an erection sometimes?” Harry asked. “Does he ever!

Then he and Mom head for the bedroom and have a little frolic.”

“Sounds pretty uninhibited.” “Well, they do close the door,”

Mary Kay joked. “They don't always on the shower though. They get water the hell and gone all over the floor. Have you ever taken a shower with a woman?” “Uh, no.” “Well, come on then,” Mary Kay urged. “Let's go get clean.” In moments she had him under the shower. Her wet slippery body bumped against his in the small cubicle.

“Wash me,” Mary Kay ordered, handing him the soap. “Your back?” he asked stupidly. “All over.” Starting at her neck, Harry lathered her. His hands skated over her broad, graceful shoulders, then down her back. Her buttocks felt solid and exciting as he soaped them. Cautiously, he slid a soapy finger into the crack between them.

When she pushed her tail back, he pried deeper into the crevice, probing and pressing his fingertip along the bottom of it. Then she leaned forward against the wall of the shower and stuck her ass out at him. Assuming she knew what she wanted, he worked his fingers deep into the crack of her tail. He felt the hard knot of her anus.

She wiggled her butt delightedly. He soaped down between her thighs, plunged his fingers into the steamy nest of her pussy. She spread her legs, welcoming the invasion. “Not too much right now,” she said at last. “Sorry,” he apologized, extracting his soapy fingers From her slippery snatch. “Don't be sorry,” she responded. “I was just getting to like it too much, and you haven't done my front yet.

Do the backs of my legs and I'll turn around.” Harry finished her long, well-turned legs in a hurry. Then she turned and faced him. The water streamed down on her full breasts, down over her rounded tummy and poured off the wet kinks of her pubic bush. He stroked his hands across her upper chest. A wave of suds oozed slowly down her front, then parted to go around her boobs. His hands skated slickly on a layer of hot lather. Her breasts squirmed away from his soapy grasp.

Her nipples were hard and alert. Struggling to restrain himself, he worked his way down her torso to her soft belly and paused there to probe her navel. She sucked in her gut when he bored a finger into the dark hole. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her pelvis forward invitingly. He sank to his knees in front of her. The water pounded down on the back of his head as he soaped the expanse of her tummy, then lathered her thick pubic bush. Carefully avoiding penetrating her, he painstakingly washed her hair and outer lips. Then he let one slick finger enter her slit. “Ooohh,” she sighed. “Just a little bit, just a little bit. Get me real, real hot, but don't bring me off.” Harry was puzzled by the request, but he obeyed it. He gently tickled her clitoris with one soapy finger. Her breath shuddered out of her and her lips squirmed under his delicate, slippery touch. “Aw, that's enough,” she moaned. “No more, no more. Get up so I can wash you. Quick!” Harry scrambled to his feet and handed her the soap. She started on his shoulders, reaching around him. She quickly smeared soap down to his buttocks, then worked her soapy fingers in between them. He fought the urge to clench his ass against her, and felt one soapy finger brush across his anus. He pushed his ass back to give her better access to his bottom hole.

He was eager to savor the new sensation. She proceeded to twist the tip of her finger into his anus. Pure ecstasy ripped up through him from the intimate probe. She turned him around, and he leaned forward against the wall. She twisted her soap-slicked finger up into his tail, and his guts knotted with a spasm of lust. His anal ring pulsed around her finger, teaching around in front of him, she began pumping his still hard cock with her free hand. If Harry hadn't already come once, he would have spurted semen all over the shower wall. As it was, he felt more excited than he ever had before in his life. “How would you like to put your cock up my ass?”

Mary Kay asked suddenly. “Huh?” Harry was jarred out of his reverie by her question. “How would you like to bugger me?” She squeezed his rigid prick. “Shove that great greasy cock of yours right up my bottom hole and come in my rectum?” “I don't know…”

“Come on, let's try it,” Mary Kay urged. “Let's try something new.” “I don't think…” “First shut off the water so it doesn't wash the soap off us,” she ordered. Harry twisted the faucet handles quickly and cut off the hot spray. There was a ringing silence when the rush of water stopped. Mary Kay pulled her finger out of his ass and let go of his cock. “Now turn around.”

He did. She studied his prick pensively. The tower of flesh was white, covered with a mixture of soap and preliminary oozings. It looked immense. It was pointed directly at her belly and throbbed visibly with lust. Mary Kay brushed her fingertips up its underside. His prostate reacted violently, sending a hot, exquisite flow into his groin. Then she turned, leaned forward against the shower wall, and spread her legs. She braced her forehead on the cold tile. “Do it!” she ordered, her voice echoing weirdly off the walls. “Put your cock up my ass! Hurry!” Harry's belly was knotted with lust and concern as he moved forward. Gently, he pulled on Mary Kay's waist until her ass was at just the angle he wanted it to be. Then, with the fingers of one hand, he spread the cheeks of her bottom and exposed the dark pucker of her anus. Gripping the base of his prick, he aimed ft at his target and muzzled his soap-slick bulbous glans against it. “Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. Harry leaned forward and watched his prick head push against the tight hole of her anus. The soap and secretions coating his organ greased its path, making the entry into her bowels easier than he expected. His glans pressed into her anus, dilating her muscular ring smoothly, ironing the pucker lines out of it as he drove inward. The tip of his organ was squeezed delightfully by her resisting muscle. It pinched the bulb and stimulated the nerve endings in a way that was totally new to him. Her hole opened bit by bit, then suddenly seemed almost to suck his glans in as the ring settled into the groove behind the head of his cock. “Gawd!” Mary Kay exploded. “Oh, Jesus, that is good! Put it all in me! I've got to have it all. Got to!”

Harry wasn't planning to hold hack. The stimulation on his prick was absolutely exquisite. Her anal sphincter muscle was clutching the nerve bud on the under-side of his penis, setting him on fire. He pushed forward against her magnificent ass and watched his pale shaft gradually disappear through the straining ring of her tail muscle and up into her bowels. Her entire body went rigid as he powered his monster phallus up into her rectum. She froze as she took his cock into her guts. She was tight, incredibly tight. The skin of his phallus was pushed backwards, wrinkled by the friction of her tight opening before it squirmed in and caught up with the head that was tugging it along. He felt the come gathering in his guts as he penetrated her. He rammed every inch of his prick into her backside.

His hips jammed up against her cushiony ass and he stopped. “How much?” Mary Kay grunted. “All of it,” Harry answered. “Every fucking inch of it.” “Feels like I got a pole up my butt,” Mary Kay moaned. “God, is that fantastic. Could you play with my twat?”

Harry reached around her and dug his fingers into her pussy. It was flowing as copiously as it had when he had been eating her out. He squirmed two fingers into her vagina. It was unexpectedly tight. He felt his prick, and understood. The huge bulk of his phallus up her tail was pinching her vagina shut. He wiggled his fingers in her vagina, and the stimulation made his cock drool with excitement.

“Bugger me!” Mary Kay whispered harshly. “Bugger me!” Harry drew his phallus out of her clutching anus and rammed it back in. The greasy, velvety walls of her rectum rubbed his prick, setting his nerves on fire, bringing him close to a searing orgasm. “God, I'm going to come already,” Mary Kay whined. “Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come!” Harry moved in her more quickly, drawing out and slamming back into her bowels with powerful thrusts of his hips. He was getting higher and higher, closer and closer to coming. He felt her vagina convulsing around his fingers and wiggled them in her slippery, tight sheath. He pressed his thumb down on her clitoris, trying to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. He crammed the full bulk of his phallus into her asshole and began to fountain into her bowels.

His entire body was jerking with the power of his coming. Her rectum clutched his penis hungrily and milked every searing drop of semen he could produce out of him. He held her back against his jetting phallus with the hand in her cunt and poured his thick wads into her. Her head was twisted sideways so he had a profile view of her face. Her mouth was open slightly. He suddenly wished he had another cock to ram into her mouth while he was still pouring come into her tail. Then his orgasm died, and his prick began to shrink. Her rectum clamped against his penis in peristaltic waves and drove him out of her tail. Her anal ring snapped shut behind him, but not before a thin, pearly stream of his come escaped and started downward from her little dimple.

Fumbling blindly behind himself, Harry turned the shower on and quickly adjusted the water to cool. He stood there, letting it wash the sweat from him. The soap and come sluiced off Mary Kay's backside as she rested against the wall. Slowly, she slumped to the floor, then turned and began to wash his soiled prick. After rinsing the soap off it, she leaned forward and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue. He was incapable of coming or even getting an erection. But her act of total submission and the sensuous warm embrace of her mouth mound his organ more than made up for the inability. As the cool spray poured down on them both and he savored the sight and feel of her mouth on his drained tool, he reached down and stroked her streaming wet hair. She left an hour later.

Harry sat on the couch, nude, drinking a beer and watching television. He heard the back door open and close, and resisted the urge to run from the room to hide his nakedness from Jan. “Hi, Daddy,” she called. “Daddy!” Her voice rose to a squeak of surprise.

“I-was hot,” he explained lamely. “I decided what the hell, we're family. Right?” “Uh, yes, Daddy,” Jan agreed, her eyes fastened on her father's penis. It lay limply over his balls. “Where have you been?” he asked. “Out,” she answered vaguely. “Uh, could I have a beer?” Harry thought for moment, decided not to pry, and then nodded. “I guess so. Help yourself.” He considered suggesting she might like to get naked, then discarded the idea. If she wanted to, she would. He felt pleased with himself that he had managed to be as casual as he had. Better not to hurry things, though.

CHAPTER SIX

The smell of burning eggs filled the house and finally drove Jan out of bed. Planting her feet on the floor, she stretched luxuriously, feeling the cool morning air brush her, caress her all over. She combed her long blonde hair carefully, then headed for the kitchen. “Hi, Daddy, burning the eggs again?” she asked from the kitchen door. Harry made a face at her and raked his eyes quick over her slender, graceful body before jerking them away. “Sorry it woke you,” he apologized. Jan wasn't questioning his sudden change in attitude, just taking advantage of it. She loved the sensuous, free feeling of being naked. She also knew that the sight of her had a powerful effect on her father. She liked that, too. She sidled up next to him and eased him away from the stove. “Let me do that, Daddy. You go finish getting ready for work. I'll have breakfast ready by the time you're done.” He touched her affectionately on the shoulder. She had the feeling he wanted to do more than just touch her. He jerked his hand away and left the kitchen quickly. She watched the play of his muscular buttocks as he walked away, noted the semi-stiff condition of his penis. Across the breakfast table from him, she watched as he tried to read the paper. His eyes kept flicking over her. She sat up very straight to make her breasts look as smooth and graceful and tempting as possible. Her pink nipples were pertly erect. His breakfast was gone and the paper a shamble's when he finally shoved away from the table. “Got to go,” he muttered after his last swallow of coffee. Jan got up quickly and followed him to the front door. Before he opened it, she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her breasts burned against his summer jacket. “Bye bye, Daddy,” she said, moving out of sight as he opened the door. “Be home at the usual time,” he assured her. “Maybe we could eat out tonight. Be a nice change.” “I'd like that.” It was the first time he had suggested eating out since her mother had died. He was really changing. Like that day she had come home and found him sitting naked in front of the television. She hadn't realized what a handsome and desirable a man her father was until then. And then he had scolded her for walking naked from the bathroom to her room. He hadn't complained since when she went around naked in the house. He had started doing it a lot too. She looked at the scorched eggs in the pan and filled it with water, then dried her hands on a dish towel. The whole atmosphere of the house was changing-for the better.

The only problem, Jan reflected, was that now she tended to be horny all the time. Ever since that first time with Mike, her sex urge had been growing. And the nudity around the house increased it, made her more aware of herself and her father as sexual beings, even though neither had made any concrete move toward the other. As she wandered through the empty house, she became more and more aware of the intimate touch of the cool air against her crotch. Her nipples were swollen with hunger. Her pussy ached. Standing in front of the television, she picked up a candle left there from before her mother had died. It was ten inches long, an inch in diameter. Jan tortured herself by fondling the warm, slippery wax cylinder, wrestling with herself, resisting the urge to jam it up into her starving vagina. The telephone jarred her out of her trance and she walked across the room to answer it. “Hi, sexy.” “Oh, Danny. Hi,” she answered, recognizing his voice. “Saw your father leave for work and I thought I'd give you a call. Thought you might be lonely.” “Oh, not really,” Jan answered. Horny, but not lonely.

She stood with one arm across her trim, bare belly and began stroking her side sensuously. “I have a friend over,” Danny went on unperturbed. “How about a 'come as you are' party?” “How do you know how I am?” Jan retorted. “I figure you just got up,” Danny answered. “Most you probably have on is your pajamas, if you wear any, that is.” “I don't,” Jan answered. “You and your friend strip and watch out the window. I'll be over in a couple of minutes.” “Meet you in the back yard,” Danny replied. “It's a nice warm, sunny day. We can use the swing.” “Groovy idea,” Jan replied tensely, hornier than ever at the thought. After hanging up, she prowled nervously around the house until she was sure Danny and his friend were naked and waiting for her. Then, without putting anything on, she opened the back door and looked out. The back yard wasn't totally screened, but it seemed a fairly safe bet no one would see her. The chance that someone might made her belly knot with excitement. Her toes dug into the gravel as she walked slowly along the path.

Cautiously, she looked around the corner of the house. The street was empty. She started across the wide expanse of lawn, then heard a car coming. Her heart racing, she ducked behind a bush just as a delivery truck cruised past. The driver was looking in her direction, trying to read the house numbers. When it was gone, Jan set out again, forcing herself to walk slowly. She felt her excitement building. She was risking being seen, totally naked, by anyone passing by or looking out any of the nearby houses. Reaching the gate to Danny's back yard, she paused and knocked politely. As she waited, she kept feeling unseen eyes watching her, staring at her graceful, naked body. The latch rattled, and Danny opened the gate, and peered around it cautiously. He saw that Jan was not dressed, and sucked in his breath sharply. “Jesus, get in here before someone sees you!”

Jan sauntered in, rolling her ass provocatively. “No one's going to see me,” she replied. “Unfortunately.” Reaching out, she touched Danny's still maturing cock, brushed her fingers up the underside. His penis was already fully erect. So was his friend's, she observed.

He was on the swing, moving in a gentle arc, studying her. His cock swung and bobbed, a rigid pole angling upward. “Tommy Patterson,” she stated, recognizing him instantly. “Judy's brother.” “Right,”

Tommy agreed. Jan studied him frankly. She was struck instantly by his even tan. There were no swimsuit marks on his lean, dark body.

Even his cock was tanned evenly-all except the glans, which was darker. With his brown hair and brown bush, he was almost all one color. Except his eyes, which were light hazel. “Come swing with me,” he invited. Jan strolled over to him. She was hot and ready, her earlier horniness built to a fever pitch by the anticipation, the naked walk across the open lawn, and the sight of Tommy Patterson. He was her age, and the one guy she had never thought she had a chance with. He stopped the swing and waited, holding the chains, leaning back casually. Gripping the chains just above his hands, Jan swung one leg over his, then lowered herself onto his lap. She nestled her ass down on his thighs. His cock was pointed directly at her wide open pussy. Tommy reached down and held his prick steady, fan eased forward on his lap, watching carefully as she neared his organ.

She felt the head nuzzle through her fine blonde bush, press into her hot hole. Squirming forward, first one hip and then the other, she worked the shaft slowly into her vagina. The elastic walls of her cunt stretched, gradually admitting the heavy bulk. She worked her way as far forward as she could. She was straddling Tommy's lap, her feet hanging on either side of him. She wriggled, loving the feel of his big prick stirring around inside her. “Hey, what about me?” Danny protested. “Her mouth is free,” Tommy pointed out. Jan's lust boiled higher at the thought of sucking Danny's prick while having Tommy's in her vagina. “Climb aboard,” she urged. Danny clambered up behind Tommy. His penis swang past Tommy's ear. Pushing forward and to one side, Jan managed to catch Danny's swaying cock with her lips and suck it into her mouth. She bathed it warmly with her tongue. Her efforts to reach Danny's prick had started the swing moving gently again. Tommy began to pump with his legs, slowly moving the swing in a growing arc. The motion produced a unique sensation-the cock in Jan's cunt twisted and bent as her weight shifted and changed with the motion of the swing. She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth. Danny fucked it in and out of her, responding to the increasing motion of the swing. Jan's lust soared. The cock in her belly thrashed more violently with each widening circle of the swing. Her crotch was ground against Tommy without her having to move a muscle. Gravity and centrifugal force did all the work. Tommy's efforts to increase the height of each arc slid his rigid prick in and out of her streaming hole. Jan's head moved back and forth, driving Danny's cock to the back of her throat, then pulling it out until just the bulb of it was between her lips. The hot sun burned down on her face and the wind from the increasing speed of the swinging dried her perspiration. One cheek brushed past Tommy's ear as she tried to get the full length of Danny's cock into her mouth.

The chains and pipe frame of the swing creaked and groaned in protest. The back yard was silent except for soft, wet, sucking sounds, the moaning of the stressed play apparatus, and the panting of the three teenagers. As they swung through the dizzying arcs, Jan's senses whirled insanely. Her body was jammed down hard on Tommy's lap by centrifugal force, then floated weightless for a moment at the top of the arc, then plummeted down again. Tommy's cock drove up into her at the bottom of each swing, eased outward as she floated at the top, than rammed back into her again. Her breasts responded to the forces dragging on them by swaying up and down. Her nipples rubbed against Tommy's chest with each thrust of his legs.

Danny was helping drive the swing higher, too. He rammed his phallus into Jan's face on the downswing, then pulled back out on the upswing, throwing his whole body into the effort. Jan felt the marvelous carnal sneeze of a coming drawing closer and closer, and rode it right to the peak of pleasure. Every giddy arc of the swing jacked her higher and higher, closer and closer to the explosive, convulsing rush of an orgasm. She drew on Danny's cock in time with the swinging, pressing her tongue hard against the nerve-laden underside of his phallus as it slid in and out of her sucking mouth.

She wanted to bring him off at the same time she came, and used every tactic she could think of to do it. It felt as if Tommy's phallus was almost ready to erupt in her vagina. His prick felt larger, hotter, felt ready to spurt its load up into her. She tried to tighten her already-clenched pussy around his organ to stimulate him still more. As the swing sailed wildly through the air, she fought to bring the two boys off simultaneously. They were pumping so high now that at the end of each arc the chains went slack, and the seat dropped free before jerking and starting down again. She was coming. She was being ravaged by a fireball that swelled bigger and bigger and bigger as the swing arced downward, back up, and then downward again. Every time she was crammed down on Tommy's cock, her pleasure soared upward. Every time her weight vanished and she floated, her lust soared like some pyrotechnic balloon in her belly.

On the next downswing, through the glittering haze of her own orgasm, she felt Tommy shooting his load up into her spasming vagina.

His prick jetted like a machine gun, shooting two or three shots on each stroke of the swing. When his cock fired at the bottom of the arc, she felt the semen slam impatiently against the end of her vagina, it was jammed down on his cock so hard. When his cock spurted at the top of a swing, the semen seemed to fly across a short open space, then shatter into the end of her cunt. Then Danny began to come in her mouth. Jan was forced to gulp down his thick, impatient shots just to keep from strangling. Swallowing frantically, she felt both ends of her body being filled with come. As the two boys pumped her full, her own orgasm reached a still higher level. The three of them clung together in a muscle-straining knot. The momentum of the swing kept them moving as they milked the moment for every morsel of pleasure they could. Finally, the swing's crazy gyrations slowed, and the three orgasms were fading. Jan pulled her head away from Danny's drained, fading penis and sucked in huge lung-clearing gusts of air. The angle of her hole and the force of gravity tugging downward, dragged the thick, hot semen out of her body. It was as if it were still attached to the withering penis retreating from her depths. The swing slowed some more, and Danny lowered one foot and scuffed it through the dirt to bring them to a halt. His cock gleaming with semen and Jan's saliva, he stepped down off the swing.

Jan remained astride Tommy until she had caught her breath. The feel of his flaccid, shrunken penis between her labia had a strange effect on her. It triggered a lazy lust in her that she didn't expect.

Experimentally, she squirmed on Tommy's lap and tightened the muscles of her vagina. The effect was the reverse of what she wanted-she drove his prick out of her instead of stimulating it to greater life.

“Sorry,” Tommy apologized, sensing what she wanted. “That's okay.” “Ever been eaten out?” he asked. “You mean, you eat me?” Jan asked. “My pussy?” “Uh-huh.” “No.” “Stand up on the swing,” Tommy suggested. “You've got a real treat coming.”

Jan was glad she hadn't had to do much work yet, because it wasn't easy to stand on the seat with her feet on either side of Tommy. Letting go of the chains, he gripped her tight, sleek ass and drew her hips down toward his face. Jan watched him press his face into her nearly hairless pussy. She felt his tongue pry in between her labia. A wash of hot pleasure burned through her. He drilled his tongue into her vagina. She knew he must be tasting the semen and juices from their earlier coupling. Curling her arms around the chains of the swing, she pressed her hands down on the back of his head and pushed her pussy forward against him. She felt his nose press her clit. He exhaled into her hot folds. The feel of his burning breath on her clit triggered a hot flood into his working mouth. He drilled his tongue deep into her vagina and wiggled it against the nerve-packed walls of her tunnel. Jan was vaguely aware of Danny sitting on the ground, watching her being eaten out. There was hot interest in his eyes, and his cock was showing signs of life. Tommy lapped at her vigorously, welcoming her flood with sucking lips and working tongue. He was clutching her tight, firm buttocks. He worked his fingers into her crack and touched her anus. Jan's body knotted with pleasure from the unexpected goosing. She tried to push her ass back against his finger and her cunt forward onto his mouth. It was impossible and resulted in her clenching her buttocks hard against Tommy's hand. He managed to work his finger into the tight hole of her anus in spite of her, and Jan's body was ravaged by pleasure. Jan tilted her face to the sun and ground Tommy's face into her pussy and fought to admit his finger into her tight, dry hole. The locket at her throat glittered in the bright morning sun, quivered as her body was wracked by shudders of pleasure. The swing shivered on its taut chains, a seismograph measuring their lust. “God!” Jan moaned.

“Oh, God!” Tommy pulled his mouth away from her vagina, then sucked his way along her slippery crevice. His lips spread her pink inner petals, his tongue stroked her urethra. He fastened on her clitoris and drew it into his mouth. Jan's whole body jerked and the swing twisted and spun as she rocked her hips, ground and twisted her crotch on Tommy's sucking mouth. It felt like he was trying to rip her clit out by the roots, he was sucking on it so hard. His teeth caught the shaft just behind the nerve-packed head, trapping it, putting tension on the shaft. Then his tongue squeezed the tip back against his teeth, and Jan's world dissolved in an unbelievable haze of pleasure. The swing danced and jerked as she convulsed with an orgasm even greater than her first had been. Her anus was a searing knot of pain and pleasure as Tommy augured his finger in and out of it. Her clit felt like it was melting it was so hot. Her vagina was a lightly cramped mass of pleasure, a knotted fist holding desperately onto nothing. When at last Tommy spit her clit out and pulled his linger out of her asshole, Jan was left hanging precariously from the chains of the swing. Tommy slipped out from between her legs, and her knees collapsed. She lowered herself carefully to the seat of the swing and leaned sideways against one chain and fought to catch her breath and gather her scattered wits.

She gradually became aware of the hard wooden seat against her backside, and the cold chain against one cheek. The sun was hot on her arms, the wind cold on her dripping pussy, and the dust greasy and cold as she squirmed her toes in it. “She taste good?” Danny asked Tommy, surprised. “Sure, man,” Tommy answered. “It's a fantastic turn on. You should try it sometime.” “Not-not right now,” Jan stammered. “I don't think I'd like it,” Danny announced. “Honest,” Tommy insisted, “they taste great, and it really gets a girl turned on. Doesn't it, Jan?” Jan nodded weakly. “It does.” She was beginning to regain touch with reality.

“Well, maybe someday,” Danny temporized. “But not today.” He looked at Jan hungrily. “I got a hard on again,” he announced, unnecessarily. “So I see,” Jan answered. She wasn't uninterested, but was still too drained to want Danny's organ. “It'll have to wait,” she told him. “I'm not ready for it yet.' “I know one thing,”

Tommy interrupted, “you two had better get some suntan oil on or you'll both have bright red stripes between your tan marks.”

“I'll go get some,” Danny said unwillingly, heading for the house. Jan swung lazily on the swing, her legs spread to let the breeze cool her overheated pussy. Then she got off and stretched out on the grass. She watched Tommy move to the swing and begin adjusting the chain, raising the seat. “What are you doing?” Jan asked curiously. Tommy stood in front of the raised seat, judging its height. It was a couple of inches below his limp prick. “Oh, just adjusting things.” “You sunbathe nude most of the time, don't you?” Jan asked. “All the time,” he replied. “Whole family does.”

Jan thought of how things were progressing with her father. She wondered if they would ever reach that point. “Don't you-uh-get turned on sometimes?” “Sometimes.” “Here's the goop,” Danny announced, returning from the house. “You do me and I'll do you,”

Jan suggested. “Front and back.” “Okay!” Danny agreed, uncapping the lotion. Jan stood up and let him massage the thick oil into her breasts. He used both hands. She stood quietly with her hands at her sides. She felt her lust rising as his palms skidded over her alert tits. She could see Danny's prick swelling still larger, standing out more stiffly from his immature pubic bush. She felt her soft mounds squirm under his oily touch and saw the hot interest in his eyes as he worked her over thoroughly. “Down there, too,” she said, indicating the pale triangle outlining her golden-furred pussy.

Danny poured a pool of suntan oil in his palm, reached down and carefully cupped her crotch. He massaged it with a slow, sensuous circular motion that tugged and twisted her pussy lips, stirred her clitoris to renewed life. He smeared the suntan cream on either side of her slit. The tension pulled her labia open, let cold air strike her wet, distended inner folds. “Back, too,” she hissed, turning.

His hands cupped her buttocks, pressed and kneaded the warm, yielding globes. He smeared the greasy cream down onto her flanks. “In the crack, too,” she murmured softly. “Do it!” she insisted, when she felt him hesitating. The touch of his oily fingers in her hot, sweaty crevice sent her excitement boiling. Tommy's touch in that forbidden zone had awakened her to the erotic possibilities of the area. Her guts knotted at the thought of exploring it further. She doubted Danny would be interested, but was pretty sure Tommy would be. Danny's fingers skated down the bottom of her crack, touched her anus and withdrew sharply while her butt was still jerking reflexively in response to his fleeting touch. She had a searing desire to have something jammed up into her asshole, but knew it would have to wait.

She turned and faced Danny. He held out the lotion to her. She took a different approach from his. She began on the outsides of his hips and worked her way closer and closer to his thrusting, rigid penis. She worked oil into his fine brown pubic hair, clear down to the ghostly pale skin underneath. She circled the foundation of his phallus, then cupped and rolled his balls on her oily palm. She curled her fingers up behind his testicles and pressed the hard ridge behind his scrotum. A glittering drop of fluid oozed out of his prick. Going a little farther back, she found his anus and stroked it, very, very gently. Danny's flat stomach quivered in response to her careful stimulation. It was visible evidence that he was as sensitive there as she was. Abandoning his asshole for the moment, she oiled his prick until it gleamed in the bright sunlight. She milked his penis, stroked her thumbs up the underside. Mixing his lubricant with the suntan lotion, she covered his penis with the erotic mixture. “Careful, or I'll come, dammit,” he protested. “Sorry.” Jan let go of his cock. “Turn around so I can do your ass.” His buttocks were trim, hard, pale globes. Wasting little time, she oiled them quickly. She was afraid to explore his asshole any more for fear he would either be turned off by her probe, or come. “Up here, Jan,” Tommy called when she finished massaging Danny's tight, erotic ass. Following the older boy's lead, she let herself be seated on the raised swing, let him position her. Her ass was just barely on the hard wooden seat.

Her legs spread out in an angled vee in front of her. Her pussy gleamed in the bright sun. Her golden pubic hairs looked like spun gold. Danny didn't need to be told what to do next. As Jan clung to the chains of the swing, he moved in between her legs, his eyes fastened on her pussy, his prick swinging heavily. Gripping his phallus with one hand, he set the bulbous pink head between her labia, wedging it into the budlike center of her crotch. He pushed forward, and the swing moved back. Instead of holding the swing still, he just pushed harder, driving her slowly backwards and upwards. The pressure of her pussy against his prick increased steadily. Jan fought to un-clutch her vagina as she was driven higher and higher in the air. Then, she felt his cock begin to slowly slide up into her slippery, hot vagina. Bit by bit his organ drilled up into her cunt.

His pushing had raised her higher than his cock, so that his organ twisted and angled into her, adding to the stimulation. Clinging to the chains, Jan leaned back and squirmed her hips slightly to work his prick deeper. The sun burned down on her torso and thighs as she took his prick completely into her hungry pussy. Tommy Patterson was watching avidly. Sunk to the hilt in Jan's pussy, Danny stopped and braced himself against her. Then he put his hands on the seat and pushed her away from him, sliding her off his towering erection, watching his cock emerge from her clutching vagina. He pushed her back until just the knob of her phallus was in her. Then he let go of the swing. Jan swung down and his cock blistered into her cunt. She slammed hard against him, jolting herself to the core. The friction of his prick against them set her vaginal walls aflame, made them fountain around his hard cock. Her clit had been smashed against his pubic arch like an egg thrown against a wall. Barely giving her time to recover, Danny pushed her back away from him again. He held her in the air for a moment, letting his anticipation grow. Then he let go and she slammed down on him. Her vagina convulsed, squeezed his cock with powerful, rhythmic contractions. Totally unconcerned with Jan's flaming coming, Danny pushed her up and off him again. His cock popped out of her pussy. She moaned at the unexpected loss. Tommy moved forward, reached between her and Danny, and set his friend's phallus in her nest again. Danny let the swing drop and gored Jan on his prick again. Her orgasm flared higher from the scorching stimulation of his phallus, and the brutal crushing of her clitoris against his pubic bone. Danny showed no signs of climaxing himself. He drove her back, more carefully this time, then let her fall down on him again. He was staring at her labia, watching them part before the pale column of his phallus. His face was sweating. He watched his prick disappear into her nearly hairless pussy, watched her full labia mash against his hard groin. Jan held onto the chains as the swing went up and back, then forward and down. The cock in her burned her vaginal walls, tugged her velvety folds outward, then pushed them inward, over and over and over again. Her orgasm was an endlessly pulsating wash of pleasure as she was spitted again and again and again on Danny's phallus. She spread her legs farther apart, tried to take all of Danny into her guts-his prick, his balls, his hips, all of him. Then his cock began to pulse. It seemed to have, grown even larger than it had been. Danny dragged her down against him and drove his penis into her. He pushed the swing back and twisted his cock in her belly. He began to spurt into her spasming vagina. Jan's orgasm rose still another notch as she took his load.

Leaning back on the chains, she squirmed her body in a mad attempt to get an inch of cock that didn't exist into her. Danny's tight ass cheeks convulsed and pumped as he poured his come into Jan's hungry hole. The thick overflow drooled down over his knotted, pulsing balls and dropped to the dusty ground. When his prick finally began to shrivel, he backed slowly away until he was entirely out of her. He watched a pearly stream of come spill from her ravaged cunt. Jan pulled on the chains until she was sitting up, then slid off the seat.

The plank of wood nudged her in the ass as she stood there. Tommy pushed Danny to one side and gently turned Jan around until she was facing the swing. Then he pulled on her hips. Suddenly, Jan understood. Her heart hammered and her guts clenched with excitement and fear. She let him pull her hips back. She bent forward, and rested her forearms on the worn, splintered wood. She hung her head, studied the dark spatters of come on the ground. Tommy's fingers felt harsh and rough as he smeared a wave of suntan oil down the crack of her ass. She concentrated on the feel of his hand as he explored the deep valley between her buttocks. His finger touched her anus, and it clenched reflexively. His finger well greased with suntan lotion, Tommy bored up into her anus. Jan moaned with pleasure. She spread her feet in the dust and thrust her ass up against his invading finger.

He worked it in and out of her asshole, fucking her. She could feel her anal ring being pushed and twisted by his probe. Then there was a second finger beside the first one, and she felt her butt stretching to admit it into her bowels. “Awful tight,” Tommy commented. “Do it,” Jan urged, knowing what he was planning.

“You sure?” Tommy asked. “I'm sure,” Jan grunted. “Please.

Do it!” “Do what?” Danny asked. Tommy didn't bother to answer. He drew his fingers out of Jan's anus. She waited expectantly.

She was aware of her asshole in a way she had never been before.

“How come you're greasing your cock?” Danny asked. “To make it go in easier,” Tommy answered. Jan stared blindly at the dust below the swing. She felt the sweat drying on her ass, the sting of the sun on her back, the expectant itch in her asshole. Something touched her buttocks. Something hard and rubbery pushed in between the tight mounds of her ass. It touched her anus, and she felt the muscular ring go into a series of reflexive spasms. She fought to control them as the pressure grew steadily. She rocked forward against the swing, teetered off balance for a moment. Then Tommy gripped her by the waist, steadied her. His hands almost circled her slender body.

He thrust hard into her tail, and she felt his oiled prick drill into her asshole. Her anal sphincter was gradually pried open. A feeling of fullness grew steadily in her bowels as he bored into her.

The pleasure as her anal ring was slowly dilated by Tommy's phallus was everything she had thought it would be-and more. Then there was a stinging pain as her muscle began to stretch beyond its usual limit.

The pain and the pleasure and the pressure built and built and built as Tommy's glans struggled to gain admittance to her rectum.

There was a slippery, snapping feeling, and the stinging pain was replaced by a dull ache. Jan's anal ring slipped down into the groove behind his cock-head. The pressure in her bowels was greater than ever. “All of it,” Jan moaned. “All of it!” “Jesus Christ!”

Danny exclaimed. “You've got it in her asshole!” “Genius. Now, shut up and watch!” Jan was dimly aware of Danny's hot interest in her buggery. But all she wanted was to have the whole huge thing jammed into her bowels. It made her earlier pleasure seem insignificant. Her knees were locked, her legs rigidly straight as she prayed Tommy would put all of his phallus into her. There was a strange sensation she couldn't figure out. Then she realized Tommy was oiling the shaft of his cock some more. His fingers were touching the insides of her buttocks. Then he was ramming into her again, and she felt his phallus sliding through her anus. The pressure in her guts built and built as her bowels were filled with cock. She felt her vagina being squeezed shut by the bulk in her rectum. She felt the knob of Tommy's glans slide up into her. Her whole body was one solid knot of pleasure as he drove his cock home in her tail. His hips jammed up against her buttocks, and Jan thought she was going to cry it felt so good to have his whole thing inside her. Then he began to push her away from him. His cock slid out, and she rocked forward on the balls of her feet. He pulled her back, jammed her back down on his cock, and Jan's lust soared. The friction of his cock in her hole was unbelievable. She could feel her whole rectal sheath tugging outward as he pushed her away from him, then being crammed back in as he pulled her back onto his phallus. The ground moved slowly back and forth as she felt her butt being alternately filled and emptied.

She was coming. Her vagina was pouring wave after wave of thick come down the insides of her thighs. It felt almost as if she had a cock in her pussy, it was pinched so tightly shut by the bulk next to it.

There was nothing in the universe but the cock up her butt. It felt like an elephant was in her, and she loved it. Her rectum was too distended to even squeeze down. The muscles were so dilated they had no strength. So all she could do was rock forward and back, forward and back, and feel her anal ring hum, and savor the incredible pleasure. Tommy moved her faster and faster. His hips jammed forward as he pulled her back. His hips slammed against hers. His cock grew hotter and hotter with every stroke. He stared down at where his cock parted Jan's firmly rounded buttocks and bored into her butt. His orgasm drew closer and closer. Then he rammed her back against him, hard, and began to spurt his load into her guts. Jan felt him coming, felt his cock convulsing in her velvety rectum, felt the thick spurts of semen blast into her bowels as he unloaded. Her orgasm surged up, as if gasoline had been poured on it. Resting her forehead on her arms, she let her coming blast away. Only the fact that she had locked her knee joints kept her from falling as she was swept away by her orgasm. The next thing she knew, her rectum was crapping out Tommy's rapidly shriveling penis. He pulled away and her anal sphincter snapped shut. Come dried on the strained muscle when a cool breeze cut up between her buttocks. Then her knees gave way and she sank down and huddled in the dust. The hot sun beat down on her blonde hair.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Judy Patterson was on her back in one corner of the big pool at Paradisio. Her arms were stretched out along the edges. Her slender body looked pale in the brilliant blue water. The fine, straight black hairs on her pubis swayed lazily in the slight current. Her nipples were sharp and alert. Obviously, she had been aroused by the uninhibited frolic. As Harry watched, Judy's father drifted slowly up between her widely spread legs. Jerry grasped Judy's slender waist, then shifted his grip up her torso, pressing his thumbs into her developing breasts. He was a big man, broad-shouldered and powerfully built. His bulk overwhelmed his daughter's slight frame.

His wavy brown hair was plastered flat to his head. Harry judged that in the cock department he probably had an edge on Jerry Patterson, both in length and girth. Nevertheless, Jerry's barrel-like, tanned torso gave Harry an inferiority complex. Judy let her legs sink slowly, angling them downward as she straddled her father's hips.

Harry could see Judy's pussy-rippled and vague through the blue water.

Jerry's erect phallus seemed to dance, bend, and even break into crazy segments because of the refraction. It was nuzzling his daughter's cunt. She was welcoming it, spreading her legs wider, pushing against it with her hips. Jerry was steadying himself on the edge of the pool with his hands. His feet were braced against the tile bottom so he could push his cock into his daughter's Cunt. From the looks of it, he was finding it tight and difficult. He twisted his hips from side to side and worked the tip of his phallus in between Judy's full labia. There was a flash of hot, bright-pink inner tissues as he wedged her crevice open. Letting go of the pool coping, Jerry hooked his hands under his daughter's thighs, steadied her, dragged her back against him. He thrust forward into her pussy. His pale column bored slowly into Judy's vagina. The distance between her crotch and his decreased steadily. Harry found the incestuous coupling incredibly exciting. When he had accepted Sue Patterson's invitation to Paradisio, he hadn't expected it to be a family expedition. He had arrived at the Pattersons' house and found all four of them piling into the car. With their son, Tommy, wedged in the back seat between Sue and Judy, Harry in the front, and Jerry driving, they had set off. Jerry Patterson had quickly put Harry at ease, relaxing the primitive fears he had felt about meeting the husband of a woman he had been screwing so recently. All four of them seemed to treat him like a member of the family. “More, Daddy,” Judy urged her father, squirming her hips, and kicking her feet in the blue water.

“Water washes away the juice,” Jerry told her. “I know,” she answered, “but I like the way it feels. I get cold water up inside me, and then your hot cock feels even better.” Harry tore his eyes away from the incestuous coupling and looked around for Sue. He was getting hornier by the minute. The whole atmosphere of the exotic club was intensely arousing-as it was meant to be. On the floor of the pool was a picture of a man and a woman, interlocked. The curling tendrils of her hair seemed to float around her head. The man's buttocks were clenched, as if he was coming, spurting deep into her. Harry's hopes for quick release of his tension were dashed when he did find Sue. She was on her back on the grass near the edge of the pool. She was writhing as her son explored her with his fingers. As Harry watched, Tommy bowed his head and began sucking on the same tits he had nursed from as a baby. Sue squirmed on the grass, her hips rolling, her head twisting as lust raged through her. So Harry turned his attention back to the couple next to him in the pool.

Jerry's phallus was almost completely in his daughter's tight pussy.

Harry could still remember how Judy had worked herself down on his steaming phallus and how tight and hot her vagina was. Gripping his daughter around the waist, Jerry worked the last inch of his prick into her tight twat. Then his hips jammed up against Judy's straining thighs. His brown pubic bush nuzzled against Judy's pussy, obscuring the heart of her crack. “Oh, Daddy, that's so good,” Judy whimpered. “Do me, Daddy, do me!” Jerry drew back, sliding his cock out of his daughter's body. Then he rammed back into her. The pale column disappeared into her eager crotch without a hitch. Hanging precariously on the edge of the pool, Judy lay back and let the water lap the sides of her face as the sun burned down on her closed eyes.

Her curly black hair floated around her head gracefully. Harry wondered absently about the fact that Judy reversed the usual pattern.

The hair on her head was curly, while the hair on her pubis was straight. It was a strange inversion, perhaps attributable to her youth? Maybe as she matured, the hair in her crotch would become thicker and curlier. Harry hoped it wouldn't. It was refreshingly and erotically different. The straight black strands molded themselves to Judy's pouting labia. Now, of course, they floated around her pale flesh like strands of seaweed. Every little current stirred them, and every motion of Jerry's cock created new currents. Jerry was moving quickly in her now. He jammed up into her harder, drew out more quickly, left her cunt empty a shorter time. His thumbs pressed into Judy's slender waist as he held her steady. His big, tanned hands almost encircled her. Judy's expression bordered on pain as she took her father's cock. The only sign that she was still aware of anything other than the fucking was when she closed her mouth and ducked her head under the water for a moment. She surfaced and blew a mist of water into the air as her father crammed his prick into her again and again. Waves whooshed out from the incestuous coupling. They reflected back from the pool sides, mingled with other waves, then were lost in a darting, glittering, crisscrossing tangle of swells.

In an attempt to cool his overheated phallus, Harry dipped a handful of water out of the pool and poured it over himself. The icy bath made his balls knot up defensively and forced more blood into his already engorged phallus. Jerry moved his hands farther up on his daughter. He was leaning forward now. His hips were thrusting sharply.

Judy's knees bent and she spurred her father into her, digging her heels into his back. Her fingers clutching the edge of the pool, the muscles of her slender arms tensing, she braced herself against her father's hard thrusts. From time to time her face would sink below the surface and she would expel a blast of air and spray. Jerry slid his hands up over his daughter's small tits and squeezed her sharp, dark nipples as he ravished her. Jamming his cock into her with quick, sharp jabs, he pinched and twisted her tits. His fingers squeezed the soft mounds of her breasts inward and upward. Judy writhed in his grasp, obviously enjoying the cruel stimulation. “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Oh, I'm coming, Daddy. Oh, God! I'm coming. Oh, Daddy!

Ooooh, DADDY!” His phallus completely sunk in her, Jerry waited.

A series of convulsions knotted her torso and a delicate pink flush spread up from where her groin was locked to her father's, blossomed out to embrace her tormented breasts. Her face sank below the surface and water poured into her orgasmically gaping mouth. Jerry immediately moved one hand to the back of her head and lifted her face out of the water. He waited until his daughter's orgasm had faded, then began pumping his prick in her vagina again, more quickly and sharply now. The water churned around them as he powered his big, mature phallus into her eager but immature cunt. He leaned forward over her and stared down into the tossing waves so he could watch his penis pounding into her. Then he jarred into her hard. Harry tensed as he watched Jerry come, spurt semen into his daughter's cunt. Judy quivered in the throes of another orgasm, one brought on by her father spurting into her tight hole. Letting go of the edge of the pool, she clutched her father's powerful biceps, trusting him, even in the midst of his orgasmic delirium, to keep her from drowning. When the orgasms faded at last and Judy drifted off her father's shriveling phallus, Harry had to force himself to uncurl his aching fingers from the pool edge. He pitched off into the cool water, submerged and pushed off. He had to get away from there. His cock bobbed and flapped like a truncheon as the water pushed its bulk around. A few strokes carried him to the other side of the pool. He lifted his head, stared across the deck, and saw Tommy Patterson sinking his lean prick into his mother's mature pussy. Her legs bent, her toes curled into the neatly clipped grass, Sue was heaving her hips up in total abandonment. “Mother-fucker,” Harry groaned, frustrated beyond belief. Then he realized how apt the phrase was, and how totally uninsulting in this case. Tommy Patterson was, indeed, a mother-fucker, and a damn skillful one at that. His arms under his mother's shoulders, his slender, muscled torso pressing against her, mashing her breasts flat, he drove his cock into her gaping crotch with swift, sure drives of his lean hips. His toes digging into the lawn for traction, he pounded into her with youthful abandon.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes off them. He watched Tommy bounce in the cradle of his mother's thighs. He pounded into her pussy with an erotic, slapping noise. She was clutching his back. Her fingernails were leaving red welts on his smooth, tanned skin. When Sue started to come, she sank her teeth into her son's shoulder and held on desperately. Her body, arched and strained, heaving him up off the ground. He slammed his cock into her one more time and then held on.

His hips twisted slowly from side to side as he pumped his creamy load into her spasming hole. Then the two of them slumped down on the lawn in a boneless heap. The only movement of their perspiration-slick bodies was their panting. Harry's cock nuzzled the unyielding wall of the pool, seeking an opening, any opening. His elbows hooked over the edge of the pool, he stared at the interlocked bodies ten feet from him. “He really gave it to her, huh?” Jerry commented, gliding up on one side of Harry. Harry nodded. “Hi,” Judy said, coming up on the other side of him. “Hi.” He was beginning to wish he hadn't come along. What the hell did they need him for when they had each other? After giving his mother a tender kiss, Tommy pulled away from her. His cock slipped out of her pussy and drooped over his drained testicles. Sitting back on the grass, he inspected the hickey his mother had given him. “You look like you've been had,” Jerry called to his wife. Sue rolled her head on the grass, and looked over at the pool. “Have I ever. You, too?”

“Us, too,” Judy answered. “Daddy did me.”

“What about Harry?” Sue asked. “Has anybody taken care of him yet?” “Not yet,” Jerry answered. “Is he ready?” she asked.

Suddenly, Harry felt his rigid prick being tested and looked down. Judy's small hand was around it. “Is he ever,” she reported. “I think maybe he's frustrated. He watched Daddy and me, and then he came over here and watched you and Tommy.” “My God, poor man must be ready to burst,” Sue observed. “What the hell are you just soaking there in the pool for, anyway, Harry?” “I didn't think…” Harry started. “Don't hang around here, man,” Jerry urged. “Go get her.” “What do you want, an engraved invitation?”

Judy teased. Harry was urged out of the pool by four hands on his buttocks, then propelled across the grass toward Sue. She was sprawled on the grass a few feet in front of him. She bent one leg invitingly.

Her body was shining with sweat. Her pubic bush was tangled and matted from her recent screwing. The inner lips, still pink, glistening and aroused, protruded from between her outer labia. Harry felt everyone's eyes on him. Judy and her father were watching from the pool. Tommy was about two feet away on the grass. Under the concentrated family stare, Harry began to lose his erection. Then Sue fingered her pussy with abandoned eroticism, and nothing else existed but that gleaming target. The blood surged back into the chambers of his penis and it sprang upward more hungrily than ever. He stepped between Sue's spread legs and stared down at her. She parted her pussy lips with her fingers and touched the aroused pearly button of her clit. He could see the flushing opening of her vagina, could almost feel it around his cock. He sank to his knees, down onto the soft grass. Leaning forward, he grasped the base of his phallus and tipped it down, aimed it into the pink heart of her black bush. Lowering himself, he nested the head of his cock in her petaled opening. He felt his penis ooze hotly from that first searing touch. With a slight wriggle, he seated the glans in the entrance of Sue's cunt, then let go of it so he could brace himself up with both hands. He looked down between them to where his cock burrowed into her hot hole.

Then, while her husband, son and daughter all watched, Harry bored into her hot, velvety, clinging vagina. The first slippery, hot embrace of her tunnel was almost enough to set him off. When he had the full bulk of his organ sunk in her, he stopped to let the preliminary twitchings in his groin fade away. Then he drew his penis out and thrust it back in. He felt his lust boil higher than ever.

“Don't worry about me,” Sue told him. “I've come once already.”

Harry grinned tightly at her. “If you think I'm going to do less than my host with your whole damn family looking on, you're crazy.”

Sue laughed and looked around-first at her husband and daughter, then over at the son, whose come was still in her vagina. “Quite an audience,” she observed. “You don't seem to find it inhibiting.”

Harry shook his head. “I did for a minute there. But I'm so hot now, and you're so damned sexy, I don't think I'd lose it even if we were in the middle of Yankee Stadium.” “Flatterer.” Harry pumped his cock in her steamy, delectable hole. “Is that flattery?”

“Finest kind,” Sue moaned. Harry began to fuck her, slowly and carefully. His groin was a mass of sexual tension. It felt as if someone had tied the safety valve shut. He knew when he came it would be one hell of an orgasm, and that the longer he held off, the better it would be. He was in an agony of anticipation. The walls of her vagina sucked at his cock as he drew out. He thought he could feel Tommy's semen, but wasn't sure. Just the knowledge that her son's come was in her hole increased Harry's lust. He drove back in and felt the elastic sheath embrace his phallus. Their bodies met with a wet, sticky, erotic “smack” as the rippled walls of her cunt slid past his glans. “They're watching,” Sue hissed. Harry realized abruptly that they were not just watching. Sue's husband, her sixteen-year-old son and her fifteen-year-old daughter were gathered around in a tight voyeuristic circle, studying her ravishment. Jerry and Judy were kneeling at Sue's head. Tommy, who had so recently flooded his mother with come, was behind him, getting a perfect view up between Harry's spread legs to where his cock entered Sue's strained, flooding pussy. The knowledge that he was the center of attention increased Harry's already titanic lust. He moved more quickly. He pushed up off her so that Judy and Jerry could see down under him, could see the pale column of his cock piston in and out of Sue's black-bushed cunt. His lips churning, Harry fucked her more sharply, ratcheting himself closer and closer to a searing orgasm.

Suddenly Judy leaned forward and kissed her mother full on the mouth. Right in front of Harris nose, mother and daughter kissed-wildly, erotically. It was a sucking, tasting kiss that was anything but familial. It was sexual, incestuous, Sapphic. Their jaws were twisting and chewing. The sight of Judy's tongue entering her mother's sucking mouth was the last straw. Harry began to come. He felt like he was being sawed in half with a dull knife. His groin erupted in a series of heaves that propelled incredible wads of thick semen the length of his phallus. It felt like he was shooting gobs of lava into Sue's convulsing, clutching cunt. The pleasure ripped outward from his spasming crotch, boiled through his straining body.

One after another his muscles were drawn into the fiery convulsion of his coming, until every fiber of his being was contributing to the explosive orgasm. His back straining, his arms shaking with the strain, Harry tried to ram his cock clear through the woman under him.

His toes dug into the grass, fighting for traction. He was coming like he had never come before. Still sucking hungrily on her daughter's mouth. Sue climaxed. She had her arms stretched upward. One hand clutched her husband's arm, the other held Judy's in a perfect circus aerialist's grip-fingers to wrist, in an unbreakable bond.

Muscles straining, she milked every drop of pleasure from her coming and every drop of semen from Harry's cock. Harry's body wrung itself dry with one final convulsion. Then he slumped weakly down on top of Sue. His lips nuzzled her ear tenderly. They remained in an exhausted heap for an eternity. Then, all five of them headed for the pool. As they fell into the water, the sparse gathering around the pool clapped politely, applauding the skillful display they had just witnessed. “I feel like a member of the family,” Harry mused.

“Damn straight,” Jerry agreed. “Welcome to the fold.” “It's crazy.” “What's crazy?” “All this-this screwing.” “Sex is never crazy,” Jerry replied seriously. “But, I never did anything like this before in my life!” Harry exclaimed. “I never fooled around when Sarah was alive. In fact, Sarah was the only woman I ever had, until recently.” “So, that was her style.” “It was. Mine, too.” “No, not yours, too,” Jerry corrected. “You adhered to her standards. If it was really your thing, you wouldn't have been able to get an erection today-not under these circumstances.” Harry had to agree that it sounded logical. “But incest?” “With modern birth control techniques, the taboo makes no sense, so long as it doesn't prevent relationships from developing outside the family, too. The taboo was just a matter of expanding the gene pool to prevent undesirable recessive characteristics from being reinforced.” “You sound like a biologist,” Harry muttered.

“I'm a salesman. But I did a lot of research on the subject before I introduced my daughter to the joys of sex.” “Yow introduced her to sex?” “Who else would care enough to be careful not to hurt her?” Jerry asked. “Uh-yeah,” Harry agreed reluctantly. Suddenly he was worried about Jan. “We're getting too heavy for a nice day like today,” Jerry noted. “Let's go get a beer.” When they got back to the pool, everyone was lounging around soaking up, the sun. Judy was on her back, letting the sun tan her slender, perfect body. Her long, slim legs were parted so he could see between her thighs. It looked as if she had combed her pubic hair.

Tommy was on his back, with his hands behind his head. Harry noted the intriguing, total, exquisite evenness of the boy's tan. His prick lay curled down over his balls. His eyes were closed against the bright sun. Sue had her head cushioned on one of Tommy's thighs.

She was inspecting one fingernail languidly, oblivious, apparently, to the penis near her curly black hair. She had one leg bent and was making no more effort to hide the intimate portions of her anatomy than anyone else did at Paradisio. Harry reflected that ho himself was not exactly modest anymore. He looked around casually. It was a slow day. There were very few people around the pool-two couples and one croup of four. He had seen Karen stroll by earlier with her latest conquest, headed for the bushes where she broke them in. “Did you bring me one?” Sue asked, then reached up for the beer Jerry offered her. She took a swallow, then handed it back. Except for the total lack of clothing, it was a typical country club gathering, Harry thought to himself. Then he noticed that one of the couples by the pool was screwing slowly and sensuously. They were on their sides and were pumping their hips rhythmically. The man had one arm on the woman's butt. His fingers were jammed into the crack of her ass. He was moving his hand in time with their gentle fucking. Evidently he had his finger up the woman's ass. “What a lazy bunch,” Jerry teased. Sue looked at him and lifted one eyebrow quizzically. “I don't see you doing anything about it.” “Why should I always be the aggressor?” he demanded. “You want me to be the aggressor?

Okay, I'll be the aggressor. But I'm not going to aggress you.” She rolled over, onto her hands and knees, and faced her son. Leaning forward, she lifted his limp organ and licked it carefully. The only acknowledgement from Tommy was a faint smile on his tan face, and a subtle fluttering of his stomach muscles. Aside from that, he didn't move an inch. Except for his penis. The gentle touch of Sue's tongue on his organ made it start to swell. Holding it by its base, she turned her head. His flaccid penis flopped loosely one way, then another. Sue kept licking it as she waved it around. It pulsed and swelled, slowly prying her fingers apart. It stiffened and lengthened with every beat of Tommy's heart. And still he hadn't moved.

There was a subtle tension in his pose. It was as if he was battling the urge to shift his hips in response to the blow job he was getting.

Without letting go of her son's growing cock, Sue shifted around and straddled his legs. Her breasts, tugged downward by gravity, brushed his thighs. Her nipples were erect, rubbery hard, where they rubbed his tan skin. Sue's ass was in the air, pointed toward Jerry and Harry. Her buttocks gleamed in the sun. Between the soft, rounded globes were a few kinky strands of black hair. Harry could see her bulging labia down between her thighs. Tommy's cock was almost fully erect now. It was a thrusting tall pole in Sue's fingers.

She licked it as if it were a popsicle and she was trying to catch the drips trickling down toward her hand from the tip. Her tongue covered his tanned organ with shiny saliva as she licked every inch of it.

Tommy still hadn't moved, but the tension in his guts was visibly greater. He was holding himself rigid, as if stillness was part of the erotic game. Tipping Tommy's phallus up toward his flat, tanned belly, Sue burrowed her chin down between his strong thighs. Opening her lips wide, she sucked his testicles into her mouth and covered them with saliva. She left his scrotum shining with drying spit. She used her fingers to hold his testes up out of the way and snuggled her face still farther down between his thighs. Her head angled back awkwardly, she licked the hot pocket behind his balls. Tommy was still holding himself rigidly still, but he couldn't control his body entirely. His muscles quivered as his mother licked the hard ridge behind his nuts, from his anus to the base of his scrotum. “Nice ass,” Jerry commented, breaking Harry's concentration. “Uh-huh,”

Harry agreed. “I've always been an ass man, myself,” Jerry commented, and Harry suddenly realized that Jerry had a tremendous hard-on again. He looked down, and was surprised to see that his own prick was rigid and ready again, too. Sue did have a nice ass.

Her buttocks were firm and round and inviting. The crack between them was dark and mysterious and was just begging to be plumbed by a hand or cock. “Nice ass,” Jerry commented again, stroking one of Sue's buttocks lovingly. Sue had taken her son's cock in her mouth the way a dog carries a bone. If she felt her husband's hand on her tail, she gave no sign of it at all. She shifted her grasp on her son's erect penis, taking the bulb between her lips, then easing her head down on it. She began sucking on the big, tan cock. Her cheeks drew in as she took it deep into her mouth. Then she lifted her head, and the shaft emerged from her mouth, gleaming with saliva. Curiously, as if he had never done it before, Jerry spread her buttocks and exposed the crack between them, clear to the bottom. Down deep was the dark, puckered knot of her anus. It was tightly shut. A miniscule point at the center of the radiating wrinkles marked the entrance to her bowels. Jerry touched it, and it clenched reflexively. Sue pushed her head down on Tommy's phallus, driving the bulbous head clear to the back of her throat. Harry couldn't tell if she was reacting to the touch on her asshole or not. Her nostrils flared as she lifted her head off Tommy's prick and sucked in a deep breath of air. Jerry grabbed a tube of oil and lubricated his finger. Then he put a thick blob on his fingertip and covered the brown pucker of his wife's anus with lubricant. Sue bobbed her head again, sucking her son's cock into her mouth, then spitting it slowly back out. She was taking a fraction of an inch more of the towering tanned organ with every stroke. Tommy's gut was fluttering visibly. His breathing was uneven.

But he still had his hands behind his head. His fingers were interlocked, and his arm muscles were straining against each other as if he was doing an isometric exercise. His mouth was open a fraction of an inch. Jerry put the tip of his finger on the button of Sue's asshole and pushed. Sue shoved her head down on Tommy's cock and kept it there. At first, her anus dented inward. Then, slowly, it parted and admitted Jerry's finger. The tight ring of muscle squeezed his digit as he drove it deeply and slowly into his wife's sun-baked ass. She pushed her backside still higher, inviting him to bore deeper into her hole. When he had his finger full depth in her backside, Jerry twisted his hand slowly around. A visible shudder rocked Sue from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She backed off Tommy's cock a moment, then took it back into her mouth. Jerry pushed his thumb between Sue's bulging labia, then rammed it into her hot, oozing, slippery vagina. He had such a firm grip on her it looked as if he was using a two-holed bowling ball. Her pelvis rocked in response to the two-pronged attack. She pumped her head up and down on Tommy's phallus; her fingers rolled his testicles back and forth between his thighs. Unexpectedly, Judy got into the act. Harry watched her put a generous glob of lubricant on her fingers. After carefully recapping the tube, she oiled her father's cock. Her small, dainty hands swept over every towering inch of her father's penis, leaving it glistening with oil. She massaged the stiff organ with loving devotion until a thick, gleaming drop burst from its slitted tip. She added it to the lubricant already coating the powerful shaft. Then she got to her feet and straddled her mother's hack, facing her feet. She reached down and spread her mother's gleaming buttocks wide apart. Judy's pussy squashed down on her mother's nude back. Her slender body cast a dark shadow across the lawn and her brother's face. Tommy's eyes flickered open briefly.

He noted who was shading his face, then closed them again. Beads of sweat glittered on his upper hp. Evidently the concentration required to keep from coming in his mother's mouth was becoming greater and greater. Jerry moved now, straddled his son's legs so he was behind Sue. He extracted his fingers from her pussy and anus and gripped her thighs. He moved forward and aimed his shining cock at the heart of Sue's ass. Judy reached down and gripped her father's phallus with her free hand, and set the rounded, purple head of his cock against the dark knot of her mother's asshole. She held it there as her father pushed slowly inward against the resistance of his wife's tight anal sphincter. Harry watched, spellbound, as the mother sucked the son's cock, and the daughter helped the father bugger the mother. It was incest, and would undoubtedly be considered perverted by some. It was also unbelievably erotic. Harry's cock felt like it was going to burst. Jerry powered his shaft into Sue's backside, hauling back on her hips as he thrust forward into her. Her anal ring pushed inward, and then, slowly and reluctantly, dilated to admit his glans. The rubbery tip of his phallus was visibly pinched in by her resisting muscle. Bit by bit, by bit Jerry drilled his cock into his wife's asshole, while his daughter steadied and stiffened his blunt spear. Sue's anus opened, began to stretch and accept his huge shaft. She was pumping her head up and down on Tommy's cock in delirious desperation as a cock went up her rear. The ring of her anal muscle snapped into the groove behind Jerry's glans, and Sue writhed around the cock stuffed in her mouth. Then Jerry's penis slid slowly up into her rectum, and Judy had to pull her hand out from between her father and her mother. Her task completed, the young girl sat straddling her mother's body, watching her father's cock vanish gradually. Jerry crammed his phallus deep into Sue's ass, until his hips jammed up against hers. Then he looked at his daughter, who was hovering inches in front of his face. He looked up her slender, maturing body and let go of Sue's hips and reached for Judy's. He drew her toward his face, nestled her pussy against his lips. She pushed forward eagerly. He powered his tongue into his daughter's cunt, worked it up into her vagina. His head tipped back, he drew his cock out of Sue's ass and rammed it back in, buggering her mercilessly. Sue accepted the brutal drive and sucked still harder on the cock in her mouth. Tommy moved at last. He gripped his mother's head and guided her fellation. He pushed and pulled on her, driving her down still harder on his towering cock, and jammed his hips upward. Her lips were strained around his monster cock as she drew on the big, heavy organ, bathed it with her tongue, tried to suck the come out of it. Her face twisted with lust, her slender, sexy body writhed as Jerry crammed his prick up her tail. Judy was clutching her father's head, dragging his face into her cunt as he ate her. Her tight little buttocks rocked and jolted in a fucking motion as he ate her. Her tits quivered and jiggled as her father lapped up her sticky flow. The pink flush of an orgasm flared on her graceful, slender torso. Judy, the last to join the erotic, incestuous tangle, was the first to come. Her orgasm triggered a chain reaction in the family. As he lapped up his daughter's come, Jerry jammed his cock into his wife's butt. His buttocks began to knot as he unloaded his thick semen into her. Sue's ass knotted in an overpowering anal orgasm. Her belly convulsed as she was wracked by a titanic climax. She jammed her head down on Tommy's phallus, hard, wedged it down her throat. Tommy's hips heaved upward and his body arched as he pumped his semen down his mother's throat. While he held her head down on his jetting organ, a pearly stream escaped his mother's sucking lips and dribbled down into his brown pubic bush. Harry's body was knotted with frustration as he watched the Pattersons bring each other off. His prick drooled hungrily onto the grass. He had his hand curled around his throbbing organ, trying to keep it from bursting. The first to begin to come, Judy was also the first to finish. She let go of her father's head. He released her ass and let her pull away. His face was shining with her secretions. Jerry finished spurting his come into Sue's tail and then pulled out. His soiled cock shrank quickly after it slid out of her asshole. He sat back and rolled off Tommy's legs. Sue sucked the last dribbles of semen from her son's organ, then released it and bathed it with her tongue before slumping forward. A gray trickle of semen oozed from her anus and down one graceful thigh. Harry felt Judy's eyes on him.

Trying futilely to be casual about the whole frustrating situation, he self-consciously let go of his aching cock. She seemed unconcerned with his self-consciousness. Gracefully, she unstraddled her brother and mother and moved toward him. He noticed how incredibly graceful and erotic she was, in spite of, or because of, the immature curves.

He noticed, too, the saliva and come-soaked tangle of her straight pubic hair clinging to her pussy lips, the stiff alertness of her nipples. Without a word, Judy knelt between his feet, leaned forward, and took his cock into her fourteen-year-old mouth. She bathed his seething prick with her tongue and fondled his nuts with her small lingers. The hot, wet touch of her mouth on his prick triggered a hot, stinging flow. He could feel his thick fluid pooling in his groin. Judy sensed the nearness of his orgasm and pulled up off his prick. Harry felt a stab of disappointment. Then she leaned forward, and Harry knew she was going to do the same thing Sue had done to Tommy, and his disappointment disappeared. He had never had his balls sucked. The hot grip of the girl's mouth on first one testicle and then the other was unholy. She reached under his thighs and pulled on them. Bewildered, but willing, he cooperated. She folded his legs up against his belly until his ass came up off the ground. It was a strained, awkward position that made it hard for him to breathe. It also gave her perfect access to his testicles, the hard foundation of his cock, and his anus. Harry thought he was going to die from pleasure. The wanton teenager licked his scrotum.

Then her hot, wet tongue stroked the ridge behind it, and Harry felt a searing wave of juices seep out of his cock and burn his stomach.

Then her tongue touched his asshole, twisted into the tight opening, and Harry thought he was going to unload his entire load of come right then and there, all over his own stomach. Judy was on her belly. Her face jammed between his buttocks, she twisted and turned her tongue in his asshole with a willingness that made Harry's guts boil with fiery lust. Finally, much as he enjoyed it, he forced himself to dislodge her from her humiliating position. Spreading his legs, he dragged her upwards, pulled her slender body up along his torso. He was about to get her up far enough to jam her down on his cock, but she pulled away. She got back on her knees on the grass and took his cock in her mouth and began sucking and stroking it. She pumped her head up and down, up and down, until his over-stimulated sex organs couldn't stand it any longer. When he began to spurt, she took the first of his semen into her mouth, then gradually moved her head up until just the erupting slit was between her lips. She sucked on him as if he were a soda straw. He could feel the come responding all the way down to his balls. The sight of her taking his thick jettings into her mouth, and her obvious enjoyment, increased Harry's gut-blazing orgasmic pleasure. Finally his reservoirs were drained and his cock was shrinking. Then Judy slumped down. She licked her lips and swallowed the last of his come, then let his shriveled, limp, drooling organ escape. A silvery strand of his semen glittered on her smooth, flawless cheek.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“How about a swim?” Automatically, Jan started to protest. “Gee, I'd like to, but I didn't bring my suit.” Tommy Patterson snorted, and Jan immediately felt foolish. “What the hell do you need a suit for?” he asked. “Jeez, after all we've done together?

No one can see.” Jan looked around as Tommy began stripping with easy casualness. The Patterson's back yard was absolutely private, which, of course, explained Tommy's even tan. “Come on, already,”

Tommy urged, walking toward the small pool. His penis was semi-erect, swinging with every step. Jan toed her sandals off and undid her halter top, She was disappointed that Tommy's cock didn't react instantaneously when he saw her bare breasts. When she skinned her shorts and panties down, his organ began to expand and swell and stand out proudly from his brown pubic hair. He climbed the ladder and slid into the water. Jan joined him, letting the water wash away her film of sweat. Her nipples stiffened immediately in the chill water, and the cool currents cut into her naked crotch. She tried to ignore the way Tommy's cock swayed hungrily in the clear water. She was horny again. It seemed like she was always horny. She and her father were naked most of the time now when they were home, and her desire for him was getting bigger and bigger. Just the way his cock grew bigger and bigger whenever he looked at her for too long. Jan knew she reminded him of Sarah, and wasn't sure if it was good or bad. It was one of the reasons she had never let on to him just how much she wanted him sexually. She didn't want to screw up his memories, or the closeness that had developed between the two of them recently.

Tommy's hands crushing her bare breasts against her ribs jolted Jan out of her reverie. His hard cock was nuzzling between her buttocks as he cuddled her. Deliberately, Jan pushed back against his rigid tool. She remembered the feel of his cock being jammed into her greased anus and felt a hot, sticky flow from her vagina for a moment.

Then the cold water washed it away. Tommy slid one hand down her slender belly, ran his fingers over her mons. Jan let her feet slip apart and tilted her pelvis so he had better access to her pussy. His finger slid up into her cunt, let a wave of cold pool water enter her, which triggered another hot flow from her glands. “You're a hot one,” Tommy observed. Jan reached back with one hand and curled her fingers around his prick. She squeezed the steel-hard shaft and felt it respond, felt it swell a fraction more. “You're not exactly cold,” she pointed out. Before Jan knew what he was doing, Tommy shifted his grip to her waist and lifted her off the pool floor with disdainful ease. Rocking back, he tipped her forward and parted her legs with his so she straddled him. Caught off balance, Jan grabbed the edge of the pool and kept herself from flopping face first into the water. Tommy's cock nuzzled between her soft, warm labia, burrowed into the entrance to her vagina. Jan was rocked with a searing wave of lust from the unexpected attack. His hot cock contrasted vividly with the cold water. Her passion soared. Suspended in the water, her feet kicking futilely, she was helpless. If she let go of the edge of the pool, she'd be even worse off, since it was her only anchor point, other than the youth behind her. He burrowed his cock into her hot pussy, pulling back and down on her as he pushed upward with his hips. Jan squirmed and groaned as he forced his phallus into her. The penetration was mostly pleasant, but also a little painful since the water washed away all lubricating juices as quickly as they were produced. “No,” Jan protested, not sure whether she meant it or not. Tommy acted as if she didn't. He didn't exactly rape her with his powerful prick. But he did work it steadily up into her tight vagina. He turned her lithe body from side to side with his hands, creating a wild twisting friction in her vagina unlike anything she had ever felt before. His cock augured into her as her flesh was wrenched around it. Her nerves were rubbed into searing flame by the badly lubricated friction. Jan probably could have fought against his penetration by pulling herself away, pulling on the edge of the pool. But her horniness kept her from resisting, and, agonizingly, bit by bit, she let his cock enter her vagina. The blazing sun scorched down on her naked shoulders.

“Tight as your asshole this way,” Tommy grunted. “Never tried it like this before.” “Oh, God!” Jan moaned. “Get it in me! Get it in me all the way!” She rolled her head. Her long blonde hair sent a spatter of water flying as she flipped it back out of her eyes. She felt the tugging and twisting in her vagina as Tommy kept rolling her from side to side, kept burrowing his cock into her guts, pushing her hot folds aside, stuffing her tight cylinder. She had known when he invited her over for a swim that this was what was going to happen, that they were going to be screwing before the afternoon was over. He had promised to call her after that crazy afternoon in Danny Foster's back yard. When Tommy had called, her anus had knotted with the memory of her buggery. This was sooner than she had expected, and in a way she had never dreamed of. Christ, it felt good to have his big, heavy meat filling her belly. And the way her vaginal walls were being wrung added new meaning to the word “screwing.” The water churned around her hips as she was augured down on Tommy's phallus. Her breasts jiggled and shook. Cold currents whirled around her rigid tits as her hips writhed. Icy cold water struck the sensitive knot of her anus. Her buttocks had been parted by Tommy's hip. The contrast between the cold water of the pool and the hot sun on her shoulders and head emphasized her blazing lust and the heat of the cock tearing into her belly. Tommy got his phallus the last fraction of an inch into her. His hips jammed up against her. As he held her there, she felt his prick pulsing deep in her body and was afraid he had come already. “Almost, but not quite,” he muttered, reassuring her.

“Thank God!” Jan groaned, grateful she was saved from the agony of being left high and dry. “Ready for a ride?” Tommy asked.

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted her up, then jammed her back down on his phallus. “Aww!” Jan groaned. Her cunt had been tugged outward, then crammed abruptly into her by the friction and the unusual angle of penetration. Sliding his feet forward on the bottom of the pool Tommy stopped with his cock deep in her. “Hang on, want to try something.” Releasing her waist, he slid one hand around in front of her and down to her pussy. His fingers began pulping the erect knot of her clitoris into a fireball of pleasure.

Then she felt his other hand probing the crack of her ass, and moaned. Something poked against her unlubricated anus, and sexual ecstasy and physical discomfort swirled through her. His cock in her vagina, the finger of one hand mangling her clit, Tommy began to drill a finger into her tight, resisting anus. His buggering digit was a flaming counterpoint to the chill water. Jan groaned and thrashed her legs. Unbelievable sensations were boiling through her. Too much to sort through, they blended into a symphony that overwhelmed her.

She became a totally sexual being. Nothing else existed. Tommy got his finger up her butt. She was faintly aware of the wall between her anus and vagina pinching in. She felt his fingertips hook into her vagina. Her clit was being mashed to a paste against her pubic arch.

She had no primary erogenous zone that wasn't being tormented beyond belief. Jan didn't know if she was coming, or what. The ecstasy raging through her was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life. And then Tommy began to fuck her with his cock. He drew his monster tower out of her clutching tunnel and powered it back in. He did it by using the grip he had on her pubis and her asshole. He lifted her upward and then pushed her down on his phallus. His fingers pulled on her pubic area, tugged at her anus. Every nerve ending in her crotch was being ground or rubbed or scraped or tugged or twisted.

The muscles in her arms and shoulders weakening, Jan flopped face first into the water. Her orgasm roared still higher. Her instinct for survival drove her to get her mouth above the surface and suck in great gulps of air. Her long blonde hair streamed down over her face.

Then she settled back into the water and devoted herself to the unbelievable sexual ecstasy roaring through, her. Tommy's cock blazed along the sheath of her vagina and rammed its bulbous head blindly against the end of her tunnel. His tower pulsed, sprayed her flaming innards. The feeling of his organ spurring in her belly sent Jan soaring up on a fireball of pleasure. Her body squirmed mindlessly as shot after shot of thick semen battered the end of her pussy. Her anus convulsed around the finger jammed into it as her vagina spasmed around the cock stuffing it. The aching need for oxygen forced her to fill her head and desperately suck in a lungful of air. Her orgasm began to fade because of the stupid distraction. As Jan's climax dwindled she felt pain. She felt the cock in her pussy shrinking. She dropped her face back into the soothing water. Her ecstasy died, leaving her drained and exhausted. The finger slid out of her ass and the hand left her pussy. Tommy lifted her gently off his drained prick. With a tenderness that surprised her, he raised her and rolled her onto her back so she could float face upward and breathe easily. He pulled her back to straddle him. He had his hands hooked under her thighs. She was on her back, and her breasts were bobbing sensuously on the surface. Lying the way she was, on her back, her legs spread, the water probed gently against her pussy. Her fine golden pubic hair undulated gently in the currents swirling around her pale flesh. If she hadn't been so exhausted, she probably would have been turned on by the warm sun, the cool water, and the knowledge she had no secrets from the handsome boy steadying her.

“Let's get out for a while,” Tommy suggested finally, breaking the languid mood. “I'm starting to get wrinkled.” He spread a pair of beach towels on the grass and they sprawled out, side by side, and let the sun dry their naked bodies. Jan felt her strength returning slowly. Along with it came a growing warmth in her pussy that wasn't totally caused by the hot sun. She was barely touching Tommy. Just her arm was against his-but it was enough to make her aware of her nudity, and him, and his nudity. A hot sexy itch began to grow in her as she lay there. She let it grow, and grow, and grow. Her body tensing, she held herself rigidly motionless, and tried to communicate mentally with the boy next to her. She willed him to make some move toward her again. As if he were a mind reader, he moved his arm. He placed his hand on her satin-smooth thigh. He stroked the soft curve high on her leg, then eased his hand over a little farther. His fingertips brushed the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Jan slipped her arm under his and placed her hand on his strong thigh. Her fingertips crept upward, higher, and higher, and higher, and touched his balls shyly. They shifted restlessly in their elastic sack. Jan felt her pubic hairs brushing Tommy's fingers. It was a faint, exciting tickling on her labia. She let her leg slide outward, opened her crotch to him. Her humid nook was drooling for his touch, but she hoped he wouldn't do it too soon. She loved the ache of anticipation, the torment of waiting for pleasure. Finally, she couldn't restrain herself any longer, and moved her hand over his testicles and located his hot, hard pole and curled her hand around it. She just held it, unmoving. She felt the hot, urgent life in it as it throbbed in her grasp. Tommy slid his hand higher, and his fingers pressed against her hot, damp pussy. The pressure was not against her crack, but on the side of one lip. He pressed it against its mate, pinched her slit closed. The action put a subtle, warm pressure on her clitoris. A gentle wave of warmth surged through her lower belly. The tangle their arms were in was awkward, and impossible to maintain for any length of time because of the strain it put on their elbows and wrists. Tommy took his hand away from Jan's pussy and rolled onto his side, toward her.

She kept her grip on his erection, He was now able to use his other hand on her pussy. Her eyes closed against the glare of the sun, she felt him tactilely studying her slender, naked body. He pressed his cupped hand down on her pubis, crushing her golden floss, squeezing her soft tissues. His finger darted in between her labia, into her slippery interior. His fingertip probed her vaginal opening.

Then he slid his hand downward and curled his finger up into her slick, clinging opening, pried into her slippery folds. Jan's head rolled and her mouth opened with passion. Her nipples ached they were so excited. Easing the tight grip she had on Tommy's phallus, she swept her slender fingers over the rigid bulk. It was crusty from their first coupling. She smeared hot lubricant down from the tip and coated the rubbery glans. A sharp squeeze around the shaft brought another thick drop welling out. She spread it down over the hard core, slid the soft skin sensuously up and down. Her hand skated over his hot meat as his lubricant dried to a sticky paste. Suddenly, the head of his phallus nuzzled her hip. His finger probed deep into her flooding vagina and triggered a new wave of viscous fluid. Her hips began to roll and shift gently, so that his palm rubbed and rolled her clitoris. She did nothing to stop or guide the instinctive motion. She just let it happen. It was an obvious invitation to him to speed things up. He held back, for a long, agonizing time, just continued finger-fucking her with almost sadistic gentleness. She grew hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. Her vagina was aching it was so frustrated by the minimal bulk of his finger. She spread her slender legs still wider, feeling the sun sting the insides of her thighs as she did. She was moaning, very, very softly. He continued tormenting her ravenous cunt. Her hand sliding around on a thick layer of lubricant, she stroked his hard phallus. She pressed her fingertips against the underside, where the glans pointed toward the tip. She knew his special nerve patch was located there. She gauged her success by the size of the wave of slippery goo that welled out of his seething organ. More welcome proof of her success in stimulating him was that he finally moved to take her. He eased his body over hers, settled between her gaping thighs. She took the head of his cock and filled the void his hand had left in her pussy. She grabbed his muscular ass and drew him into her. He cooperated, and again she was filled with a wonderful, hard, male organ. His prick slid into her quickly, its path well oiled by his oozings and hers. He seated himself as deeply in her as he could and then stopped. His full weight was crushing her into the ground. She loved the feel of his body crushing her rib case. Her breasts, squashed against his strong chest, were finally getting the stimulation they hungered for. He remained still for so long her glutted vagina began to feel numb, began losing its awareness of the bulk in it. When he did move, the jolt of pleasure was fantastic. Her clitoris was twisted between their pubic bones. The walls of her tunnel were scraped by his swollen organ. He slid his whole body down along hers a few inches, scraping her nipples on his chest. Then he pulled himself back up her, drove his cock into her hot sleeve. His thrust twisted and wrenched her tits and her clit. His rough thighs rubbed against her smooth ones as he powered his cock into her belly. The head of his penis nuzzled the end of her vagina, snuggled into her stretching, yielding, clinging folds. Jan turned her head slightly to one side. She liked to feel his cheek nuzzling past her ear as he continued to fuck her slowly. Bending her knees, she clasped him between her thighs and tilted her pelvis to get as much of her pussy in contact with him as possible. She loved the feeling of his whole body against hers.

The touch of his lips on hers jolted her. Jan accepted the soft, gentle, warm kiss eagerly. His lips were soft and mobile and exciting.

His tongue probed into her. The slow fuck continued as if nothing else in the world existed. Jan was rising toward a hot, rushing orgasm. She dueled with the tongue in her mouth then followed as it withdrew. She felt her tongue being sucked into his mouth. Then the kiss was broken, and someone else was kissing her. Jan's orgasm soared upward.

Not wanting to do anything that would break the tranquility of the languid coming, Jan kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the magical sweet orgasm sweeping through her. Tommy was moving faster now, but no harder. His cock slid in and out, in and out. His body twisted her tits, mangled her clit, and lifted her to greater and greater heights. The strange, blazing, sucking kiss continued.

When she felt him coming, she felt a tremor of fear, because it meant that her pleasure was going to end, and she didn't want it to.

She wanted it to continue forever, and the thick heavy spurting of the cock in her belly signaled the beginning of the end. The only possible reprieve from that inevitable end was the person kissing her, the warm body pressing against her side. As the jetting of Tommy's cock declined, Jan began trying to think of a way to go smoothly from one lover to the next. She didn't want to lose the marvelous burning pleasure she had achieved. The body against hers was slight and smooth feeling. Maybe it was Danny Foster? Or perhaps the blond boy, her favorite. Jan kept her eyes sealed shut. The body moved away from her. Jan would have opened her eyes to see what was happening-but the kiss continued, went on, and on, and on. The lips on hers twisted around until they were upside down. Tommy's orgasm was gone and his cock was shrinking, leaving a load of come and a hungry void.

Then Tommy was lifting off her. No sooner had his weight lifted from off her chest than two hands closed on her breasts and tweaked her rigidly aroused nipples. The lips tore away from her mouth. Before she could begrudge the loss, they closed on her tit, drew the turgid bud in. Then a tongue began battering her nipple. The lips pulled wetly away from that breast, and closed on the other. Something rubbery and hard bumped against Jan's lips. Automatically, Jan opened her mouth and suckled on the offered tit. Her lust roared up. She curled her arms around the body on hers, the slender, graceful, immature feminine torso. Her lust blazing, Jan sucked eagerly on the tit between her hungry lips. Small, delicate hands swept down Jan's body, pressed and stroked her belly. Fingers probed into her navel, then moved lower, and lower, and lower, tugged on her pubic curls, spread her labia, drilled into her steaming vagina. Jan's hips heaved up as the mouth drawing on her breasts ripped free and began tickling a burning damp trail down her torso. As her partner moved down her body, Jan nibbled on whatever was over her mouth. A tongue probed Jan's belly button, and she bored her tongue into the one suddenly over her mouth. The gut above her sucked in as she raped the navel out. She felt her own innards contract as a tongue reamed out her own belly button. As she thought of what the obvious next step was, her guts flamed with excitement. She didn't know who was eating her, and didn't care. All she cared about was the ecstatic thrill. Nothing mattered but the delight promised by the mouth now working its way down from Jan's belly button, down toward the core of her sex. Jan nibbled daintily at the flat tummy slipping past her face. Her hands stroked the lean flanks of the girl on her, found the firm, tight mounds of her buttocks. There was a fantastic smell-warm and rich and exciting. Hairs tickled her nose. They were not as curly as she expected, and clung closely to the skin. Reaching blindly upward with her mouth, Jan pressed her lips into her partner's labia, then parted those fleshy gates with her tongue and tasted the hot, wet, slippery folds within. Her hips heaved upward when a tongue touched her clit. Bending her knees, spreading her thighs, thrusting her pelvis up, Jan welcomed the oral invasion, welcomed the hot pussy that came down and smothered her face. Jan's lust roared upward as whoever it was began sucking on her clit. Jan began coming. She was hotter than she had been with Tommy. She closed her lips around the clit she had found, tried to suck it out of the girl's crotch.

Grasping the little nerve bud between her lips, Jan began battering it with her tongue. A thick wash of female juices flooded down over her nose and cheeks. Jan snorkeled her nose into the smothering folds and sucked up the heavy secretions. She worked her tongue in between the slippery petals of female tissue. Feeling a tongue bore into her vagina, Jan reflected that the girl eating her had to be swallowing the thick semen left behind by the cock that had unloaded into her twice. The thought made Jan's lust boil still higher. Hands pried Jan's buttocks apart, and a finger probed between her ass cheeks, into the slippery valley that was wet with overflow come and sweat.

Something jabbed Jan's anus, and her asshole convulsed erotically at the probe. A finger twisted into Jan's backside, creating a fiery knot of pleasure. Jan moaned into the pussy muffling her mouth and nose and groped around for the bud of the girl on her. Jan found it, and twisted a fingertip into the tight hole. It yielded slowly, then began to slide down Jan's finger like a tight, rubbery ring. Jan augured her finger into the girl's tight bowels even as her own rectum was invaded. Jan clamped her thighs around the head of the girl eating her crotch. Her hips bounced and heaved instinctively, as an earthquake orgasm ripped her apart. The body on Jan's bucked and heaved, as if trying to throw off the finger ramming into its backside. Jan managed to keep the pressure on, managed to drive her finger deep into hot, greasy bowels, then wiggled it in the tight velvety sheath. The anal-oral tangle might have gone on for hours, but suddenly it was broken. Jan's hand was jerked away from its hot nest. Jan opened her eyes, and was jolted by the sight of a man's cock. It was blurred almost beyond recognition it was so close to her face. While she was still being eaten out, and still eating the streaming pussy over her face, Jan watched a bulbous purple cock head nestle against the asshole her finger had just left. The phallus looked oily and ready. It drove at the tightly puckered anus. It wedged the resisting ring open, began to slowly enter the tight depths of the girl's backside. Suddenly, Jan knew who the girl was. Her passion-battered mind had figured it out. The only girl Jan knew who had straight pubic hair was Judy Patterson, Tommy's sister. Judy Patterson, who was incredibly slender and petite, was now being asked to take a monster male member into the tightest opening of her small body. Judy Patterson was taking cock up her rear. Her anal sphincter was being brutally stretched, wider and wider and wider by the powerful bulk. The glans slid out of sight, and Judy's ass gate clenched into the groove behind the bulbous bulk. Then the pale, Veined shaft of the phallus began to slide into Judy's small butt.

The flow into Jan's mouth increased still more, Jan watched the ravaged butt, the convulsing buttocks that clenched and unclenched as the huge male tower was forced between them. Jan's own gut-knotting coming paled in comparison with what she knew Judy was experiencing.

The finger in Jan's butt became little more than tantalizing when she remembered how it felt to have her anal ring so brutally dilated-the way it had been once, when Tommy had buggered her. The cock reaming Judy's tail sank full depth into her anus, and heavy testicles swung and bumped against Jan's face. Without thinking of it, or really meaning to, she abandoned Judy's pussy and sucked the heavy balls into her mouth and bathed them with her tongue. When the man withdrew his phallus from Judy's tail, his balls pulled free of Jan's mouth.

Then he bored back into the tight sheath, and Jan recaptured the heavy, swinging glands and licked them again. The action was repeated and Jan's nose was assaulted by an earthy smell from Judy's violated asshole. Jan's guts knotted even tighter with pleasure. She took the swinging testicles into her mouth yet again. Judy's tongue was still wriggling deep in Jan's vagina. Then it pulled away, and the finger slid out of Jan's anus, and she thought she was being abandoned, forgotten. Judy's hot breath still burned Jan's sensitive folds. The mouth that had been at her cunt worked downward. The tongue pressed below her vagina, swept the nerve-packed area between Jan's vagina and anus, then twisted into the tight opening, and Jan's tight rear opening! Jan dropped her jaw, abandoning the balls, and drilled her tongue into Judy's vagina again, attempting in a small way to repay the girl for the pleasure she was giving. Judy's cunt was pinched shut by the cock stretching her anus. Jan forced her tongue into the clenched opening. She was rewarded with another heave of Judy's slender hips, and another fraction of an inch of tongue up her butt. The man raping Judy's tail speeded his moves. His cock went in and out of her anus faster and faster. His balls slapped Jan's face. She ignored them. Then they lifted upward, drew away from Jan's face, stopped slapping her nose. She opened her eyes, knowing the signs of an incipient male orgasm, and struggled to focus her gaze on Judy's anus. She couldn't see very well, because of the swaying testicles, but she could see some of the convulsions. Jan's asshole spasmed as Judy came as the man spurted into her. The three of them writhed and squirmed on the towels. The tangle broke with a rush as the comings crested, then broke. The two people on Jan pushed away, tumbled off to one side, and bright sun lashed her face. Hot, humid air struck her cheeks. She breathed deeply, suddenly free of the suffocating folds of tissue, the thick odors that had smothered her for so long. In the aftershock of her coming, Jan thrashed feebly on the ground, her legs spread wide, the sun burning her inflamed pussy.

Finally, she rolled her head and looked dazedly at the still entangled couple near her. She was jolted for a second, when she saw Judy was being tenderly cuddled by Mr. Patterson, her own father.

Well, why not? Judy wasn't done with her familial relationships.

Her brother slid over and nestled against her front, eased his revived phallus into her cunt and proceeded to fuck her. All this while Judy's father was still snuggling her from behind. There was no doubt from the expression on Judy's face that she was enjoying every moment of it. Her body quaked in the throes of another orgasm. Jan looked on enviously. The three-way embrace ended at last and the Pattersons sprawled out on the grass. “Hi, Jan,” Jerry Patterson said politely. “Hi, uh, Mr. Patterson,” Jan replied, wondering if the formality was appropriate, considering the circumstances. “Oh, Daddy,” Judy sighed. “Did you ever do me that time.” “Hi, Dad,”

Tommy said. “Where's Mom?” “Probably with Harry Chambers.”

“My father?” Jan exploded. “Uh-huh,” Jerry agreed. “I imagine your father is doing to my wife what I just did to Judy.”

“Not Daddy!” Jan protested. “He's totally square.” “Maybe he was at one time, but he isn't any longer,” Judy said, then sighed.

“Let me tell you about that father of yours,” Tommy snorted, and proceeded to give Jan a blow by blow account of their last encounter at Paradisio. Which led to explanations about the nudist club.

When it was all over, Jan was furious. “What's the matter? I thought you'd be glad to bear that your Dad is out of his shell,”

Tommy observed. “It's not that,” Jan snapped. “It's that all this time he's been treating me like a vestal virgin or something!”

“Maybe he doesn't know what you want,” Jerry soothed her gently.

“Maybe you've been behaving the same way toward him.” “Yeah, maybe I have,” she agreed reluctantly. “Yeah, you're right. Oh, darn it! We've both wasted so damn much time!” Jerry had a sneaky look on his face when he made his suggestion: “Why don't you come out to Paradisio as our guest? Next Saturday okay?” “What good would it do?” Jan demanded. “Well, if your father realized what a sexual creature you are, he could hardly ignore you, could he?” Jerry explained. Jan nodded slowly. Her pussy began to drool as they began working out the details.

CHAPTER NINE

Harry had a towering hard-on. The erotic atmosphere of Paradisio was having the usual effect on him. The action around the pool was hot and heavy. On the deck, one woman was screwing with total abandon. The man lay on his back. She was straddling him, facing his feet. His partially visible cock was rammed up into her furry snatch.

She leaned forward and braced her hands on his knees, then bounced up and down vigorously. The man had his hands on her generously rounded buttocks, was pulling them apart to expose the inviting crater of her anus. As Harry watched, the man placed two fingers on the brown bud and proceeded to shove them up into the woman's rectum. His lust raging, Harry wrenched his eyes away and immediately saw another erotic tangle, which sent his lust soaring still higher. It was Karen.

Karen of the perfect body. Karen, the person who had first brought him here. She had two men with her this time, identical twins about twenty. She was on one, and under the other. Their identical cocks filled her two channels-her vagina and her anus. They moved like a well-rehearsed team, thrusting alternately, twisting Karen between them. She looked nearly insane with pleasure. Harry turned away, put the scene behind him. His cock was throbbing harder than ever as he pushed through the water. In the middle of the wide expanse of lawn, a woman was masturbating with a torpedo-shaped vibrator. A man was watching. His fist was a blur as he jacked off. Unless he moved he was going to spit his semen all over the woman's face. A huge German shepherd thundered out of the bushes in pursuit of a ragged tennis ball, and Harry wondered what a dog was doing at a sex club. He thought of one possibility and discarded it as ridiculous.

Needing relief for his searing horniness, he turned and looked around. His eye lighted on Sue Patterson's backside. The rounded moons of her tail were bobbing and rolling on the surface of the pool. Her legs were spread, and her feet kicking lazily in the blue water. She had her arms hooked over her son's thighs, Tommy was on the edge of the pool. He had his feet in the water. Sue was holding his cock. She was licking his penis, stroking it with her tongue from the base to the tip. Harry's eyes fastened on the waving tendrils of pubic hair that were visible in the vee of her legs. He headed toward the obvious target, unable to resist. As he moved up between her legs, Tommy said something to her, too softly for Harry to catch it. Sue didn't stop lapping her son's cock, but her legs spread wider, and her ass humped up in the water, acknowledging Harry's presence behind her.

Harry gripped her hips the way a child holds an inner tube around his middle before jumping into the water. He guided her crotch to the thrusting head of his cock. He felt her pubic hair, then the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Sue bent her son's organ down and circled the tip of it with her lips. Her cheeks sucked in as she scrubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue, creating a vacuum around it, drawing blood into the head. She fondled his testicles gently.

Harry worked his cock into her hot snatch. Entering her was difficult, tight and harsh, because the water kept washing away the lubricating juices. Harry pumped into her a fraction of an inch at a time. He pushed until it hurt, then pulled out, then pushed again. His gains measured in millimeters, he worked his cock into her. The stinging friction searing his glans, he drilled his phallus into her hot, clinging folds. The penetration seemed to inspire Sue to take more of her son's phallus into her mouth. She worked her head down on his prick, drove his shaft down her throat. Tommy was looking down, watching his mother suck his cock. His face was shining with sweat, his eyes were glittering with lust. Harry bored deeper into her hole. The lips of her pussy scraped along the tender skin of his phallus, stretching it backward, wrenching the nerve nest deep inside her. The stimulation seared his glans. His balls were already knotted up tight in his groin because of the cold water. They pulled in still closer to his body, nestled tightly against his warm crotch.

Watching Sue's head bob up and down as she fellated her son, Harry rammed the last inch of his cock into her clenched vagina. Her hips bucked Upward in reaction to the deep penetration. The head of his prick tried to touch bottom in her. He felt the slit at the tip being stretched open by the friction tugging his glans back. He paused and just stood there, savoring the stark contrast of cool water around his hips and legs, and hot, living flesh around his cock. He felt Sue's vagina contracting rhythmically. Since his cock was now doweled into her vagina, her hips were held firm. No longer needing to steady her in the water, Harry reached under and found the curling, twisting kinks of her bush. Probing into it, he found her clit, pulled back the hood. His tentative touch on her button made her buck. She lurched up, almost off his cock. When he massaged her button, she slammed her head down, jamming Tommy's cock down her throat. Her shoulders and back heaved as she gagged on the towering bulk.

Harry took his hand out of her snatch, deciding it was a little too much. He changed his focus to the other side of her body. He spread her ass cheeks, spotted the pucker of her asshole an inch from where his cock vanished between her flushed pink lips. A touch of his thumb on her anus triggered another heaving shudder in Sue's spiked body. Her vagina contracted around his phallus. There was an audible sucking sound from her mouth. Harry drew his prick out and jammed it back into her. His nerves were flaming from the exquisite, sealing friction. Something made him look up. He felt the blood drain from his face. He swayed. Sue's legs around him and his cock in her cunt steadied him. What the hell was JAN doing here? She was walking toward the pool between Jerry and Judy Patterson. All three were stark naked. Jan was the image of her dead mother as the sun played over her slender, graceful curves, gleamed on her pale skin, made her fine golden pubic floss sparkle. Harry's cock started to lose its hardness. Then, stimulated by the erotic grace of Jan's nude form, blood poured back into it, made it swell in the hot sheath of Sue's vagina. But he was only dimly aware of it. Everything had disappeared but his daughter. She walked straight toward him. After giving her father an affectionate pat on the rump, Judy Patterson peeled off from the group. Carefully not looking at Harry, she strolled over to the side of the pool. She stepped across her brother and presented her twat. Bending her knees, she settled her pussy onto his mouth. Her ass clenched as he drilled his tongue into her cunt. Harry was staring at his daughter and Jerry Patterson. They turned and faced each other. Jan stroked his cock gently up the underside. Harry felt his penis drool into Sue's cunt. Jerry sat down on the grass with his legs together. His cock jutted up at an angle from his lap. Jan straddled Jerry's thighs and sank to her knees. She gripped his huge cock and lowered her head and kissed its bulging purple tip. Her tongue flicked out with the speed of a snake's and tasted the knob delicately. Her tongue out as far as she could get it, she twisted it into the slit of Jerry's cock, swirling it in a slowly growing spiral, around and around, then down from the peak. Her lips grew closer and closer to his tool. Then it began to disappear into her mouth. Her lips closed on the meaty cylinder. She took it deeper and deeper and deeper. Her face was flushed with an expression that made it obvious, even to her father that she enjoyed the gross act. She was so damn pretty it made him ache. Her slender body formed a graceful series of curves. Her breasts looked fuller than they really were because the force of gravity was tugging them down. Her belly was flat and trim, her thighs graceful and sleek. Her buttocks gleamed in the sun. Harry backed away from Sue Patterson, slid his cock out of her pussy. He was barely aware of the stark transition as his prick went from hot cunt to cold water. Sue gave no indication she objected to being abandoned so abruptly. The only thing Harry had eyes for was his fifteen-year-old daughter, and the way she was sucking Jerry's big phallus. Her lips caressing the throbbing, veined column, she moved her head up and down, up and down. Harry surged out of the water, and up the steps. He was approaching her from almost directly behind.

He could see her pouting lips between her slender thighs, could see the fine golden curls of her immature pubic patch. Her long blonde hair brushed Jerry's hips and thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his powerful cock. Torn, Harry watched his daughter suck his friend's cock. All his assumptions regarding Jan's innocence were reduced to rubble. The growing desire he had been feeling towards her was suddenly recognized as the consuming carnal lust it was. The love he felt for his daughter changed abruptly from fatherly to something entirely different. Harry stood behind Jan, clenching and unclenching his fists. His cock ached with desire. It was ready to plunge into his daughter's hot, tight pussy. The conversation he had had with Jerry about incest suddenly popped into Harry's head. Jerry's pedantic words-“gene pool,” “undesirable recessives”-echoed in Harry's skull. Remembering the disk-shaped container that had dropped out of her purse one day Harry knew Jan was safe as far as pregnancy was concerned. The skilled way she was sucking on Jerry's cock spoke of practice and experience. It was not the act of a virgin. With a soft groan, Harry yielded to his desire for his daughter, sank slowly to his knees on the grass. She had to be aware of his presence. Her pose, ass thrust up, was an obvious invitation. Her pouting labia were an irresistible target. Jerry Patterson grinned at him, nodded encouragingly. Then Harry focused his attention on Jan's sleek, graceful backside, moved toward it, aimed his cock into her pussy.

Jan's attention was about three feet back from the cock she was sucking. Her mind was entirely on her ass, her pussy, and her father. He straddled Jerry's legs and settled behind her. When she had stepped out onto the broad green lawn, she had instantly spotted her father. Her heart had hammered against her ribs with bruising force.

She had felt a little faint as she walked across the lawn toward her father. Only her arm around Jerry's waist and his around hers had kept her from keeling over. Jan had seen the shock in her father's eyes, and prayed desperately she was doing the right thing. It had occurred to her that he might be irrevocably wedded to a double standard, and would disown her completely, rather than take her the way she wanted him to. Then Judy had separated from her and Jerry, and he had turned to face Jan. He gave her an encouraging smile, then sank down on the lawn. If the tiling had not already been arranged, Jan would not have known what to do next, would have stood there all day. Fortunately, they had taught her well. She had knelt over him, lowered her mouth to his penis and began to lick it.

All the time she had been sucking Jerry's cock, her attention had been on her father. She had seen him pull away from Sue Patterson and strike out for the steps. She had heard the water spattering off his body, onto the hard deck. His shadow had fallen across her back, and icy drops of water had speckled her hare, sun-warmed skin. And now he was inches behind her, his cock aimed at her slender body. She presented her backside to him in wanton invitation. She was begging him to plunge his hot, hard cock into her pussy. She fell the tip of his prick nuzzle between her labia, and pushed her head down on Jerry's phallus, ramming it hallway down her throat as her body knotted with lust… lust for her father. Harry had his hand around his throbbing phallus. Carefully, as if he were defusing a bomb, he aimed the torpedo-shaped head of his organ at Jan's pussy and nestled it between her soft, yielding cunt lips. Her flesh felt burning hot as he wedged her golden-flossed labia open. Very gently, very carefully, he wiggled his penis around until he felt it slip into the slick opening of her vagina. In a gut-knotting exercise in self-control he kept himself from slamming the full bulk of his phallus into her tight opening. Only his aching love for his daughter kept him from raping her. He eased his throbbing cock into her hot, velvety vagina. He felt her rippled walls slide past his nerve endings, felt her soft folds spread and stretch to admit his bulk.

Placing his hands gently on Jan's flanks, just below his waist, he eased his prick into her searing tunnel. It was a long, slow, deep penetration. He held himself back, kept himself ready to stop at the slightest sign of pain or unwillingness. Jan held herself rigid as his prick entered her. Her vaginal muscles were clenched with tension. There was a little pain when his cock encountered this involuntary resistance. She held her body rock still, trying not to betray her agony. If she hadn't been so wet with anticipation, she never would have been able to take the cock jamming into her. Bit by bit she was filled with her father's marvelous bulk. Inch by inch his prick slid into her tight opening. She savored every agonizing millimeter of dilation, centimeter of penetration, and minute that it took him to gain her depths. An electric current seemed to run through her from the gentle hands resting on her hips. She felt his hard hips press up against her backside as the head of his cock pressed the end of her vagina. She nestled her cushiony bullocks back against her father's hard body and savored the ecstatic feeling of fullness his cock gave her. They were one. They were, for the moment, welded together by their love and lust. Harry leaned forward slightly and slid his hands around his daughter's slender body and cupped her still developing breasts. He hugged her to him, pressed himself against her smooth back, crushing her breasts with his big hands. Her nipples were like little pebbles, her vagina like a hot glove around his throbbing cock. “Oh, Baby!” he sighed. Jan released Jerry Patterson's cock for the moment. “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned. “Love me, Daddy. Please, love me.” He began to move, easing his prick out of her slick channel, then driving it in, deep into his daughter's pussy. The walls of her vagina felt like fire caressing his pumping tool. He hugged her against him as he took her from behind. His hips were curled around her firm young bottom. Still massaging her one tight tit, he slid his free hand down over her slender belly, felt her stomach muscles ripple in response to the touch of his fingers on her.

He eased his hand down between her thighs and probed into her slit, which was wedged open by his cock. Jan returned to her cock-sucking. She wanted to thank Jerry for helping get her together with her father. Also, she wanted two cocks rather than just one. She wanted to be a pincushion of male organs. Harry was entranced by his daughter's exquisite body. He inhaled her sweet scent, savored the hot envelope curled around his cock, licked the smooth skin of her back, and listened to the sound of her sucking on another man's cock.

Surprisingly, he felt no qualms at all that Jan was fellating someone else as he fucked her for the first time. It seemed somehow fitting and right that she was. What was it Jerry had said? Something about incest being okay if it didn't “interfere with the development of relationships outside the family.” Probably Jerry had not had this particular situation in mind… or had he? Harry pistoned his prick in Jan's pussy. His hips jammed up against her bottom. He rolled her slick clitoris against her pubic arch and felt her pussy fountaining around his cock. Her head began bobbing more quickly and sharply on Jerry's phallus. The sucking sounds were getting wetter and wetter as she worked him over orally. Harry held his orgasm off as long as he could. But he had already been in Sue, had stimulated himself almost to the explosion point before he was stopped by his daughter's dramatic entrance. And just seeing her had built his lust higher. The sight of her sucking Jerry's cock had lifted Harry still higher, and now the slick friction of her vaginal walls and the feel of her body against his conspired to bring him to a soul-ripping orgasm. Jan began coming, saving her father from the ignominy of failing, on his first try, to bring her off. As she felt her father's cock jetting into her convulsing vagina, she felt the first hard shot of Jerry Patterson's semen hit the back of her throat. Pinned between two jetting phalluses, Jan absorbed the copious semen. Her entire body convulsed in a titanic coming. Harry felt Jan's body quivering and held her tightly against him. He hugged her and poured his love-load deep into her body as she helped drain his reservoirs with her spasming vagina. He heard her gulping and swallowing, and the thought of the come that was going down her throat made his own orgasm even more intense. Jan felt her father hump his cock still farther into her, and took another fraction of Jerry's still-erupting phallus down her throat. She had an insane desire to get the tips of the two spasming pricks to touch, deep inside her. Then her mind whirled away on a glittering sea of come. She felt more loved than she ever had in her life. She returned from brief unconsciousness to find herself stretched out full-length on Jerry Patterson, pinned there by her father's heavy bulk. His cock was still in her vagina, but just barely. Another penis, limp and wet, lay under her belly like a squashed animal. “If you two will get off me, I'll leave you,”

Jerry muttered. “Sorry,” Harry grunted, rolling off of Jan. Jan followed him, and they lay side by side on the grass, their bodies touching, but not erotically… for the moment. Jerry got up and wandered off. There didn't seem to be one hell of a lot to be said. Eventually all the Pattersons came over and lounged around them on the lawn. Judy and Sue started necking. Their hands cupped and teased each other's breasts. Judy held one of her mother's generous orbs, thumbed the nipple that had nourished her. Sue took one of her daughter's pointed little tits between her thumb and forefinger and pinched and rolled it until Judy's ribs were heaving with excitement.

Everyone watching was becoming more and more aroused. Mother and daughter slid slowly into a more intimate tangle. Sue parted her daughter's pussy lips and revealed her protuberant clitoris. While their tongues dueled and tasted, Sue rolled her daughter's clit with one finger, then pinched the protruding nubbin gently. Judy's hips heaved and twisted on the grass. She cupped her hand over her mother's thickly bushed cunt and began finger-fucking her with a slow, pumping motion. Her juice-slicked finger gleamed in the sunlight on every outward stroke. Harry probed his finger into Jan's sucking pussy.

He could feel his own hot semen in her hole! Jan spread her thighs wide, encouraged him to probe her juicy tunnel. She curled her fingers around his phallus and pumped it gently. She made it drool, then spread the slippery shininess over his hot skin, rubbed his nerves to flaming fire. Tommy eased over and began sucking and nursing on one of Jan's tits. Harry didn't mind-he was pleased to see her getting more and more aroused, happy she was enjoying the attention. Then Jerry began sucking on Jan's other breast. She lay back, let the three men torment her slender young body. Judy and her mother were sucking on each other's breasts as they finger-fucked each other. Judy began nibbling a wet trail down her mother's torso. Then she stopped and drilled her tongue into Sue's navel, then continued on. Reaching her mother's pussy, Judy spread the thick black curls and slipped her tongue into the gleaming pink inner folds. Her lips found the demanding nub of Sue's clitoris and began sucking it. Sue's hips heaved rocked. Her vaginal opening flared. Judy shifted her body around. Her was still in Sue's pussy, the teenager lifted one slender leg and straddled her mother's head. She lowered her pussy s with its sparse, straight hair onto her mother's mouth. Sue accepted the offering, eagerly pressed her tongue into her daughter's wet, juicy crack, stroked the entire length of Judy's slit. Squirming and curling, mother and daughter rolled on the grass. Their heads were scissored between each other's clutching thighs. Mouths working, they writhed in an erotic tangle of mouths and pussies, arms and asses.

Pushing her head in between her mother's legs, Judy worked her mouth back until her face was jammed between Sue's buttocks, her tongue probing the puckered brown bud. Harry was pushed over on his back. Jan straddled him. Lifting his cock, she worked it into her tight pussy, jammed herself down on his towering organ. His head twisted to watch the oral Sapphic coupling, Harry let his cock be engulfed by his daughter's pussy. Jan sat up very straight. Tommy and Jerry were still sucking on her tits, drawing on the pink buds, making her maturing mounds flush with pleasure. Jerry pulled his mouth away from her erect pink tit and moved down to where Jan's crotch joined Harry's. Jerry's tongue pried into her crack, and wriggled against her turgid clitoris. A wave of shivers rushed through her slender torso. Jan was ablaze with lust, was writhing on her father's cock. She thought of having another organ, and then another, and her excitement boiled still higher. She reached down and pushed Jerry away from her clitoris. Lifting him, she kissed him, tasted her own secretions. “Bugger me,” she hissed. “Put your cock up my tush. Please.” The last polite word became a groan of desperation as she thought of what she was trying to do. She leaned slowly forward. Tommy retreated, leaving her breast covered with his chill saliva. Her back sagged to thrust her ass up, she aimed her tight bottom at the man moving around behind her. She felt him approach, felt the head of his phallus burrow in between her ass cheeks, push against the knot of her anus. The pressure on her asshole grew greater and; greater and greater. She felt the tight muscular ring being slowly pried open. There was stinging pain as the underlubricated phallus fought to gain admittance. A fraction of an inch at a time she felt it entering her rear, stretching her tight hole wider and wider.

Her mouth gaped open as she took the second phallus into her body, felt it power up into her rectum. Something bumped her lips, and she felt a third phallus enter her, push into her open mouth. She closed her lips around the hot tower of meat and licked it with her tongue. She inhaled sharply as her anal ring slipped into the depression behind the head of Jerry's cock. Pushing her head down, she rammed Tommy's phallus to the back of her throat as his father augured his cock up her rectum and her own father's prick convulsed and pulsed in her vagina. Harry had felt Jerry slip up behind Jan and suspected what it meant. He thought of what his daughter was letting herself in for, and thought of trying to stop it. Then he thought of what it was going to feel like, to be sharing her bottom with a second cock, and he told himself she knew what she was doing, he felt Jerry's cock wedging into Jan's backside, he felt her vagina being squeezed tighter and tighter around his throbbing phallus. He looked up and saw she was sucking on yet another phallus. He saw her, her head tipped back at a painful angle, take the jutting penis between her lips, saw her jaw working as she mouthed the blunt organ. The pressure on Harry's phallus changed slowly as Jerry worked his cock deeper into Jan's tail. Harry could feel the progress of Jerry's prick with his own organ. The pinching tightness moved gradually along Jan's vagina. Jerry was clutching Jan's breasts as he powered his cock into her tail. Jan thought she was being split wide open from the crotch upward as Jerry shoved his prick up her tush. Her entire pelvic region was filled with cock-heavy, hard, erect, demanding, delicious cock. There was some pain, but it was nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure. She sucked harder on Tommy's phallus. The angle she had her head at was letting him cram it part way down her throat.

He blocked her windpipe for a moment, then backed away, let her breathe. Then he fucked his prick back down her throat. Jan took it as Tommy's father got the last inch of his huge organ into her ass.

Harry clutched Jan's slender, smooth thighs and fought the urge to spurt his load into her unbelievably tight pussy. The stimulation from Jerry's prick had almost set him off. Now the full, hard length of Jerry's cock rested against Harry's. They were separated by a thin, pinched, strained partition. Harry watched in amazement as Jan sucked Tommy Patterson's tan phallus. She was getting nearly three-fourths of the slim tower into her mouth and down her throat. A drop of something, probably saliva, glittered on her chin, then broke away, and spattered Harry's chest. Jan was in the core of a fireball of carnal ecstasy. She was doing it! She was taking three cocks simultaneously. Cock! She loved cock! It was incredible, impossible, overwhelming! There was nothing in the universe but cock.

Her father's cock was in her vagina, Jerry Patterson's cock was buried full depth in her ass, and she had most of Tommy Patterson's in her mouth and down her throat. Harry pulled out and stroked back in.

His prick burned from the exquisite tightness of the hole he was plumbing. He froze, fighting the preliminary shiverings of his orgasm.

He felt Jerry pull his cock out of Jan's tail, then ram back in.

Tommy held Jan's ears and began fucking his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Her nose flared as she inhaled frantically during the brief moments her throat wasn't clogged with cock. She pressed her tongue along the dorsal vein of Tommy's hot meat and welcomed his salty preliminary seepings. Her head was swimming with the thick scent of male sex. She felt her pelvic muscles being twisted as the cocks in her moved alternately, first one, then the other. Her clit was being ignored until someone (her father?) began rolling it against her mons. She whirled away on a fireball of pleasure as her body was ravished by three men. The cock in her cunt began to pulse. Thick gobs of semen spurted deep into her strained vagina. The jettings and jerkings of her father's organ set off the one in her tail. She felt herself being filled with a second pulsating flood of thick cream.

Then the cock in her mouth began to unload, began pouring incredible gouts of fluid down her throat. The overflow spread over her tongue, escaped from her mouth and streamed down her chin. Harry felt it spatter his chest, saw Tommy's balls pulsing as he unloaded his come into Jan's swallowing, working throat. The sight of Tommy's creamy fluid spilling out of Jan's mouth sent Harry's already titanic orgasm still higher. The orgasmic pyramid held for an eternity, then fell apart as the men's comings died. Jan's body collapsed from the strain.

She fell forward onto her father. Tommy's prick whipped free of her lips and spattered one cheek with its overflow. Her rectum convulsed and she crapped Jerry Patterson's withering phallus out of her. Her anus closed. The abused muscle was chilled by the come drying on it.

She had semen in her bowels, her belly, and her vagina. The sun burned down on her naked back as she cuddled against her father contentedly. She still had his shriveled penis in her streaming, exhausted cunt.

Content

Thomas Benton
Daddy's Own Sweets

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE